Whenever I finish live-blogging an adventure like dropping a couch on my foot, passing out, convulsing and visiting a hospital in another state, I feel like Ruby Rhod at the latter part of The Fifth Element, signing off on the evening show after the fight in Fhloston Paradise.
Thanks for all the well-wishes and requests that I go to the hospital
Between you and Ellen and Mark and friends from home who saw my tumblr and sent frantic messages, my team at work whom I had to inform so someone could take over my on-call duty, it always comes as a pleasant surprise how much I’m cared about.
I’m on Ellen’s couch, foot elevated, drinking red wine, now.
Thank you all, I love ya.
You’re the only person I know that could look that happy in a hospital bed.
So, just a vasovagal reaction. Nothing broken.
Ellen is an engineer for the company that made this hospital bed, so she and Mark have been screwing with all the levers on it, not caring that I’ve been on the edge of death*.
* You know, not really.
New Jersey, your karma is awful.
So, I just finished dismantling Ellen’s couch and chaise combination about 20 minutes ago. I was moving the big back piece on a hand truck when it started tipping. It fell and landed squarely on my foot.
Hurt like a motherfucker, but more fun was when I started feeling faint and the edges of my vision started going gray as colour drained from my face.
Ellen and her boyfriend, Mark, got me into the apartment where there were pillows and ice packs. That’s when I passed out. Oh, and apparently, started convulsing.
Yup, I passed out and seized for about 5-10 seconds as I came back into consciousness. My first words when I came to, only barely aware that my body had just had some kind of fit?
"What the fuck was that?"
Ice for 15, off for 15. Nothing is broken, but this is going to swell like crazy.
I’ve been watching a lot of Supernatural lately.
- Him: It wasn't actually sexist. It was just a joke.
- Me: To you, maybe, but maybe they didn't think so and were just playing along to seem good-humoured so they could fit in.
- Him: I don't think so. I did grow up with a sister and a mother, you know.
- Me: Yeah? Do you also have black friends?
As Business Insider put it, “Watch America age 110 years in one gif.”
See more on the demographic transformation of The Next America here.
Anyone else find it intriguing that there will be more people over the age of 85 in 2060 than there will be people in their late 70s?