Whoops, I guess I didn't keep my promise to blog more often....
Yesterday one of my best friends broke three bones in her wrist. Ouch. Needless to say, her misfortune reminded me of when I broke my wrist. It's a little weird actually, we both broke our left wrists when we fell off our bay mares, but Elizabeth definitely hurt her wrist more. Although I managed to sprain my ankle at the same time that I broke my wrist. When I fell I thought I had broken my ankle, since that hurt more than my wrist. But since I pretty much hit the ground face first, I was more concerned with the fact that my mouth was full of arena dirt. And yes, I do realize that I am one of the most elegant and classy people alive. Generally I'm pretty against going to the emergency room, I've always taken the view that if some ice and tylenol helps you feel better than the ER just isn't necessary. On this occasion however, I decided that since I could barely walk or move the fingers on my left hand, that the ER might just be a good idea. Little did I know that the next 24 hours would be quite interesting.
When I got home and informed my Dad that we needed to make a trip to the ER, the next thing I asked him to do was to ask him to zip up my sweatshirt, because by that point I didn't have any function in my left hand. Never have I ever felt more like an infant than having my Dad zip my sweatshirt up. So we get to ER, check in, and they immediately take my blood pressure and whatnot, so at this point I thought that this whole thing would be over quickly. Oh how naive I was. After that they sit me back down and I must have waited for 2 or 3 hours before they actually called me back. And it's not like they were attending to people left and right, there was barely anyone going back into the actual hospital. I contemplated faking chest pains to see if that would move things along at all, but decided that I might get in trouble. When I finally did get to go and have X-rays taken my wrist was really swollen and my ankle hurt so bad that I could barely walk, but the oh-so considerate nurse just kept walking down the hallway in front of me, occasionally looking back at me like "Hurry up gimp I've got work to do." So after the X-rays were taken they put my in one of those stalls and a bed and a curtain. And, of course, they made me put on one of those backless gowns, even though what they had to deal with was not even remotely covered by said backless gown.
By this point I was very annoyed, tired, and shamefully enough, slightly emotional. What made this whole situation even worse was that there was a deranged lady screaming "I DON'T WANT THEM PUTTING ANY TUBES IN ME TO KEEP ME ALIVE!!!" a few beds down. This did very little to reassure me that hospitals are a place of healing. So while the very nice murse(male nurse) was putting a splint of my arm that went form my fingertips to my shoulder, I kept berating him with inane questions about how long it would take to heal. He couldn't tell me anything, but instead asked what happened. So I had to tell the story for about the 34th time. It was at this point that they decided to give me some pain meds. I think they were really trying to get me to calm down, but the pain meds just made me more loopy, so when the doctor finally got there I was getting to be quite a handful. I'm not talking yelling or breaking stuff, but I was really anxious to get out of there so I was really insistent on getting some answers. I couldn't count the number of times the doctor asked "Are you sure you didn't hit your head?", because I'm sure he thought I was crazy at that point and was just looking for an excuse to validate my behavior. But no, I was not acting that way because I hit my head, I was just being my lovely, graceful self.
We finally left the ER at about 11:30 with me in a giant splint, sling and ankle brace and headed home, but not before we hit the Walgreens prescription drive-thru. Classy stuff right there. I'll leave the actual cast stories for later, I figure this is enough crazy for one post.
Also, am I the only one who is disappointed that real-life doctors don't look the doctors on Grey's Anatomy? It would make the waiting much more bearable.
Leah
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Walmart and Hotels
That's right, you get a special combo post.
I'm back in Nebraska, Gretna specifically, for the weekend, and am staying in the oh-so luxurious Holiday Inn. I think what really pushes this hotel over the top in terms of grandeur is it's incredibly close vicinity to Walmart. And everyone knows that Walmart is the epitome of class and taste. Also, there's a giant RV stationed in the parking lot of this hotel. I don't know why, but nothing quite says "I watch NASCAR and have 56 cousins" quite like a giant RV.
There's something about staying in a hotel that makes someone compartmentalize your life. Mini soap, mini shampoo, mini conditioner, mini lotion, mini closet, pint-size towels. What is it with the mini craze? So after struggling to get enough shampoo out of the tiny little bottle and spending ten minutes trying desperately to lather the tiny soap I'm expected to dry myself off with a towel the size of a kleenex(interestingly enough, hotel towels usually have about the same amount of absorbency as a kleenex). After you've completely soaked a few "towels" and turn on the TV, all you can manage to find is ABC family, which is, of course, playing yet another showing of a Lindsay Lohan movie. And even after going through all the channels several times and finding nothing but awful gameshows and the Home Shopping Network, you finally settle on the Lindsay Lohan movie you've seen 94 times before. The other thing about hotels is the continental breakfast. People go nuts for a "free" breakfast. This morning when I walked into the breakfast area and was confronted by the usual suspects. First, I was nearly tackled by some kids already on their first sugar rush of the day, having eaten all the cinnamon rolls and syrup they could get their hands on. Next there came the mothers trying to coral said kids, but to no avail. Then of course there are the complacent dads, who are trying to ignore the fact that they have children, and grandpa types who scowl endlessly at the loud kids while trying to watch the news. Really all a person can hope for is to survive the breakfast area and get out unscathed with a muffin.
On this trip I have found myself with quite a bit of free time, so naturally I have wondered over to Walmart to occupy myself. I honestly believe that Walmart is a detrimental organization, but in a pinch, it will provide some good entertainment. I suppose that's the reason why PeopleofWalmart.com came about. Anyway, while wondering around the place I noticed several things.
1. Do not buy fish from Walmart, for they look as though they have infected with the plague. They all look so sad and depressed. I kid you not, I saw a goldfish hanging out with its body at a 90 degree angle to the bottom of the tank, but it wasn't moving at all. I'm no fish expert, but I'm pretty sure that's not natural. The fish that were moving though, looked like they were trying to make a break for it. I wish them well.
2. The exercise equipment is very dusty. Judging by physiques of the majority of the other people at Walmart, this doesn't surprise me. Who goes to Walmart to buy a treadmill? Apparently no one. But really, could none of the many Walmart employees that seem to be standing around dust those poor treadmills?
3. Speaking of physiques, it seems that in order to be admitted into Walmart your shirt must either lack sleeves, be so short that it exposes quite a bit of stomach action. It is also encouraged that your shirt be camouflage, or embellished with the face of your favorite NASCAR driver, or maybe have a seemingly clever saying on it such as "I do all my own stunts" or something equally inane. As for pants, those are completely optional. Your shirt may even double as a sort of half-skirt if you wish. Really, let your inner stylist out.
I'm sure I've motivated you to rush over to the nearest Walmart and see these wonders for yourself.
It appears as though there is a Latin/Spanish music party going on outside my ground floor window(serial killer alert!), so I think I'll go hang out with them next to the giant RV,
Leah
I'm back in Nebraska, Gretna specifically, for the weekend, and am staying in the oh-so luxurious Holiday Inn. I think what really pushes this hotel over the top in terms of grandeur is it's incredibly close vicinity to Walmart. And everyone knows that Walmart is the epitome of class and taste. Also, there's a giant RV stationed in the parking lot of this hotel. I don't know why, but nothing quite says "I watch NASCAR and have 56 cousins" quite like a giant RV.
There's something about staying in a hotel that makes someone compartmentalize your life. Mini soap, mini shampoo, mini conditioner, mini lotion, mini closet, pint-size towels. What is it with the mini craze? So after struggling to get enough shampoo out of the tiny little bottle and spending ten minutes trying desperately to lather the tiny soap I'm expected to dry myself off with a towel the size of a kleenex(interestingly enough, hotel towels usually have about the same amount of absorbency as a kleenex). After you've completely soaked a few "towels" and turn on the TV, all you can manage to find is ABC family, which is, of course, playing yet another showing of a Lindsay Lohan movie. And even after going through all the channels several times and finding nothing but awful gameshows and the Home Shopping Network, you finally settle on the Lindsay Lohan movie you've seen 94 times before. The other thing about hotels is the continental breakfast. People go nuts for a "free" breakfast. This morning when I walked into the breakfast area and was confronted by the usual suspects. First, I was nearly tackled by some kids already on their first sugar rush of the day, having eaten all the cinnamon rolls and syrup they could get their hands on. Next there came the mothers trying to coral said kids, but to no avail. Then of course there are the complacent dads, who are trying to ignore the fact that they have children, and grandpa types who scowl endlessly at the loud kids while trying to watch the news. Really all a person can hope for is to survive the breakfast area and get out unscathed with a muffin.
On this trip I have found myself with quite a bit of free time, so naturally I have wondered over to Walmart to occupy myself. I honestly believe that Walmart is a detrimental organization, but in a pinch, it will provide some good entertainment. I suppose that's the reason why PeopleofWalmart.com came about. Anyway, while wondering around the place I noticed several things.
1. Do not buy fish from Walmart, for they look as though they have infected with the plague. They all look so sad and depressed. I kid you not, I saw a goldfish hanging out with its body at a 90 degree angle to the bottom of the tank, but it wasn't moving at all. I'm no fish expert, but I'm pretty sure that's not natural. The fish that were moving though, looked like they were trying to make a break for it. I wish them well.
2. The exercise equipment is very dusty. Judging by physiques of the majority of the other people at Walmart, this doesn't surprise me. Who goes to Walmart to buy a treadmill? Apparently no one. But really, could none of the many Walmart employees that seem to be standing around dust those poor treadmills?
3. Speaking of physiques, it seems that in order to be admitted into Walmart your shirt must either lack sleeves, be so short that it exposes quite a bit of stomach action. It is also encouraged that your shirt be camouflage, or embellished with the face of your favorite NASCAR driver, or maybe have a seemingly clever saying on it such as "I do all my own stunts" or something equally inane. As for pants, those are completely optional. Your shirt may even double as a sort of half-skirt if you wish. Really, let your inner stylist out.
I'm sure I've motivated you to rush over to the nearest Walmart and see these wonders for yourself.
It appears as though there is a Latin/Spanish music party going on outside my ground floor window(serial killer alert!), so I think I'll go hang out with them next to the giant RV,
Leah
Thursday, May 10, 2012
The Avengers
The Avengers may also be known as "4 guys and a girl we had to include to make it look like we aren't all-out sexists"
Two days ago I saw "The Avengers", and ever since then I find myself being mad that I do not have super human powers, a super cool/futuristic suit, cool gadgets, or a hammer that only I can lift. Also, if I could have the hair of Thor I would die happy. Honestly, the man has the best hair. It's never frizzy or tangled, and is always perfect. Any woman would kill to have Thor's hair. As you can tell, I am very jealous of every Avenger. Except maybe the Hulk. It would be super awkward to wake up in random places, naked, and not remember what I did to end up in said random place. You would think Mark Rufalo would think ahead and maybe pack a pair of pants and a shirt so he could avoid the awkwardness, but I guess no one would take the Hulk seriously if he was wearing a fanny pack, even if he was killing aliens. But I guess he is a super genius, so maybe that partially makes up for it.
At any point did Tony Stark think about switching out his suit for a new one? I've got to believe that he has multiple suits, and he could have helped himself out by switching suits. I can forgive him for this though, as he is the sassiest of the Avengers, and I can appreciate that. I also noticed that there were only about 2.8 seconds worth of film that featured Captain America wearing the hoodie part of his costume. Honestly, that costume shouldn't have a hood. There's no need. Too high of a risk of messing up his hair I think.Clint Barton/Hawkeye is the Legolas of the Avengers, minus the amazing hair. Does every action/epic movie require that a male character has to have great hair? Anyway, I guess he's got the exploding arrows and gadgets that Legolas didn't have. Did the Black Widow never get too hot in that outfit? You would think that she would come up with something a little more breathable.
I thought the movie was really good, but I have one problem with it. After effectively destroying New York City while saving humanity, couldn't the Avengers have stuck around a little longer to help clean up? I mean come on, they totally could have at least cleared some debris or picked up some alien corpses on their way out, but no, super heroes were never taught to clean up after themselves. But no, they just had to rush off to wherever they go when they're done saving Earth.
I don't know why The Avengers couldn't stick around, I guess they had stuff to do or whatever, what I do know if that there is going to be a sequel. And probably several spinoffs, so get excited for that.
If there are any super heroes or future Tony Starks out there, call me.
Leah
Two days ago I saw "The Avengers", and ever since then I find myself being mad that I do not have super human powers, a super cool/futuristic suit, cool gadgets, or a hammer that only I can lift. Also, if I could have the hair of Thor I would die happy. Honestly, the man has the best hair. It's never frizzy or tangled, and is always perfect. Any woman would kill to have Thor's hair. As you can tell, I am very jealous of every Avenger. Except maybe the Hulk. It would be super awkward to wake up in random places, naked, and not remember what I did to end up in said random place. You would think Mark Rufalo would think ahead and maybe pack a pair of pants and a shirt so he could avoid the awkwardness, but I guess no one would take the Hulk seriously if he was wearing a fanny pack, even if he was killing aliens. But I guess he is a super genius, so maybe that partially makes up for it.
At any point did Tony Stark think about switching out his suit for a new one? I've got to believe that he has multiple suits, and he could have helped himself out by switching suits. I can forgive him for this though, as he is the sassiest of the Avengers, and I can appreciate that. I also noticed that there were only about 2.8 seconds worth of film that featured Captain America wearing the hoodie part of his costume. Honestly, that costume shouldn't have a hood. There's no need. Too high of a risk of messing up his hair I think.Clint Barton/Hawkeye is the Legolas of the Avengers, minus the amazing hair. Does every action/epic movie require that a male character has to have great hair? Anyway, I guess he's got the exploding arrows and gadgets that Legolas didn't have. Did the Black Widow never get too hot in that outfit? You would think that she would come up with something a little more breathable.
I thought the movie was really good, but I have one problem with it. After effectively destroying New York City while saving humanity, couldn't the Avengers have stuck around a little longer to help clean up? I mean come on, they totally could have at least cleared some debris or picked up some alien corpses on their way out, but no, super heroes were never taught to clean up after themselves. But no, they just had to rush off to wherever they go when they're done saving Earth.
I don't know why The Avengers couldn't stick around, I guess they had stuff to do or whatever, what I do know if that there is going to be a sequel. And probably several spinoffs, so get excited for that.
If there are any super heroes or future Tony Starks out there, call me.
Leah
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Yes, I am still alive
Apologies for the lack of posts as of late. I finished school a few days ago, after going through "hell week" as it is usually called, otherwise known as finals. No matter how much you try to prepare for finals, you always end up staying up way too late and being nearly asleep during the final you stayed up all night studying for. One night, after walking back from the library in a thunderstorm at 2 in the morning, my friend and I found ourselves watching New Girl at three in the morning while eating nutella and animal crackers. That's the other thing about finals, you are on a strict diet of junk food and other various unhealthy food. You wouldn't normally eat stale girl scout cookies and chocolate for breakfast, but during finals that's a balanced meal. Heard of the freshmen fifteen? Well now there's the finals five. Especially end of the year finals, when you're also trying to get rid of the rest of the food in your dorm. It's dangerous.
It's weird to think that I'm done with my freshman year of college. It went by so quickly it's hard to remember everything, except that time I embarrassed myself in front of some very attractive soccer players. I remember that perfectly.
I promise I will post more consistently, but right now I need to go unpack. When did I get so much stuff? I swear it grew and multiplied during the ride home.
I have to say though, I do enjoy not having to wear shoes in the shower.
Leah
It's weird to think that I'm done with my freshman year of college. It went by so quickly it's hard to remember everything, except that time I embarrassed myself in front of some very attractive soccer players. I remember that perfectly.
I promise I will post more consistently, but right now I need to go unpack. When did I get so much stuff? I swear it grew and multiplied during the ride home.
I have to say though, I do enjoy not having to wear shoes in the shower.
Leah
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