So... I have this little story to tell. Starts with me waking up at nine, and being on time to class at nine twenty exactly. Yes, I am just that good. Whoo.

I... got to class, turned in my essay, and got to takin' my test. Toward the end of the test, I started to have trouble seeing my it, and I'm feeling nauseous and such. I turned the test in, and told my teacher, "I'll be back in a moment. I'm feeling quite ill."

So off I head in the bathroom's direction, and I start to have even more trouble seeing, and I feel very hot. After just a few moments, I can't see really anything, but I've had two classes in that classroom before, so I know how to find the bathroom from there, and the last thing I remember is the feel of the bathroom door against my hand, and then...

I sort of wake up to all these ladies' voices above me, and slowly begin to see... I feel a pain on my forehead and nose, and hear them saying "Let's call 911", to which I kinda sputter out "No, no, please don't...". This is repeated several times, while I'm answering questions from a nice lady who I think has either done this before, or is a nurse ("what's your name?" etc.), and then: "Okay, 911's on its way." Me: "Oh, not again..." (this happened once in Hawai'i a few years back).

Anyhoozles, I'm hangin' out there on the floor (they'd rolled me onto my back by now- I had landed on my face... more on that in a minute), somebody brings in ice, which they decide not to stick on my forehead because... they want the EMTs to see the giant goose egg forming there. People, I could feel it growing. It HURT. I won't even try to explain how it felt... Anyhow, the ladies get hold of my mom, and the EMTs come in, and one of them talks to her, and they take me out on the stretcher (the nice ladies had gone down to get my purse and stuff from the classroom, and to tell my teacher what had happened).

So, out in the ambulance, the nice EMT who talked to my mom told me that she told him in no undertain terms to take me to the hospital and that she would meet us there, but that it was ultimately up to me. I told him that I didn't want to argue with her about it later, so just to take me, so long as he didn't give me an IV.

And off we go to the hospital to do hospital stuff, where I finally notice the three EMTs names are... wait for it... Jason, Jason, and JC. Awesomesauce. Anyhow, I get in there and I'm put in a gown and hooked up to all sorts of things... yes, I got the IV. My mom shows up, and notices what everybody has been telling me since it happened: I have a huge X on my bump from the space between the tiles when I hit. I have her take a picture. It is, indeed, awesome. Then some waiting around whilst the IV pumps me full of saline.

We left around noon, and get me some food, and I start to cry. I settle down by the time we get home, and get to go hole up in my sister's room to rest. Chris came over because I wanted him to... I fell asleep after awhile, and slept for about three hours.

So... yeah. That's the quick version~ We did the calling my roommate and work while at the hospital, all that. Now I'm sitting here on the bed. My head hurts still (I'm being dosed with pain meds and ice to the forehead accordingly xD), as does my nose and shoulder (hit those, too), but I'm good.

Anyhoozles, thought I'd just do this journal to let everybody know at once, since I didn't want to repeat it a dozen times~ xD

On another note entirely, the latest Harry Potter installment rocks off one's socks. Go see it.

So yeah... I'll talk to y'all when I talk to ya! Love!