One of my best friends is in the cardiac ICU and that’s where I’ve spent any of my day that wasn’t actively in meetings.
He’s 29 and a police officer and had a cardiac episode while working out this morning.
And now he’s in critical condition in an induced coma while we pray and hope that the doctors can save any portion of his brain activity that may have been impacted when he was unconscious for about 5 minutes this morning.
So that just really fucking sucks. Any thoughts would be appreciated.
I don’t know if it’s just The South and people say hi a lot or what, but I seriously feel like half of my day is spent smiling, nodding, and saying hey to strangers.
Maybe I should add that people constantly tell me I look like someone they know. Perhaps that’s it and I just have the world’s most average features.
I’m working on an interstate-to-interstate interchange project for work and just realized that I’ve picked a “favorite” of the two interstates.
Like, how even did that happen?
And I’m clearly favoring one as that is the only one whose geometry I can seem to get right in my head.
This Friday needs to end soon; for my own sanity.
I never thought my first dick pic would be sent by my sister-in-law.
(She got on tinder last week and we’ve been thoroughly going through the “talent pool” in Durham. Evidently some guy’s pics were just all of his penis, including one where some random girl was jerking him off. Needless to say; swipe left.)
On Joss & Main and One King’s Lane when they claim that a $1,000+ chair is sold out. Seriously, there cannot be that many people who spend as much money as their items cost to have none left.
To be fair, I feel similarly towards some of the Gilt stuff too, but I quit even going to their sales because duh.
-making a conscious decision to skip class
-my best friends barging in while I was brushing my teeth
-counting up from 2, then from 8, and eventually that day to 32
-phone calls. Jesus, the phone calls
-I do not remember driving to the hospital
-putting my friends’, classmates’, and professors’ names on “the list”
-the only time there was an abundance of free pizza that went untouched by college students
-seeing Fred, white as a ghost & limping, but alive.
-the nurses passing over every single fucking name I put on their damned list
-the phone calls to Caitlin’s parents. the first to tell them to head to VT and the second to confirm that, yes, you need to get here ASAP
-the feeling when I realized that my people were gone and there was no reason for me to be at the hospital any longer
-telling my friend’s mother that, I’m sorry, but he isn’t accounted for in any hospitals in Virginia. And yes, he was in Norris Hall. And, no, they haven’t finished identifying bodies to notify the next of kin, but…well…and not being able to come up with any more words
-waiting and having the media hound all of us
-the moment that Liz got the phone call. -The hallway upstairs
-the boyfriends and boy friends shielding us from the cameras
-dream a while
-consoling Brian Williams and Deborah Roberts off camera with no makeup on the drillfield
-Le Chatelier’s Principle
I remember a lot. I will never forget that day, week, month. Seven years later and I cannot believe how much I remember, and how vivid those memories are.
Once a Hokie, always a Hokie, Virginia Tech for life.