French Word of the Day: Urgences (er-jaunce)- the ER
This is a bit long, so I littered it with pictures to entice everyone.
I am myself, so it was only a matter of time before I ended up in the ER. Quite frankly, I’m surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. I’m not exactly good at performing tasks like walking in straight lines.
The day before my visit, Sunday, was actually fairly normal. I did yoga and then Arnaud and I wandered around Monmartre. Here’s a bit of Sacre Coeur:
We went behind the basilica and I found this building:
We walked just a few blocks away and found a street littered with sex shops. I thought its positioning was completely appropriate to one of the most well-known religious sites in the world.
This was on the street, but has nothing to do with either sex or religion:
Only three things I’ve been trying to find in the same place for my entire existence. I absolutely had to see the inside after such a sign. I was pleasantly surprised to find this:
You see that and you think to yourself, “Okay, I’ll let you offer me Greek sandwiches too.” I didn’t actually buy anything, but now that I know where I can find pastries and Greek sandwiches in one building… I probably still won’t go there.
So Arnaud and I parted ways and I reposed a bit before attempting to go to sleep. I decided to be really good about it and go to sleep at 11pm. My internship was the next morning at 11am. I was fully prepared to get a proper amount of sleep.
When I lied (lied, not laid… hens lay, people lie… must remind self every time I write this) down, my neck began to hurt. I couldn’t move it. It felt like someone had taken a bat and struck it repeatedly.
I’m a bit forgetful sometimes, but I think I would remember someone hitting me with a bat.
To make matters worse, my neighbor decided this was the night she wanted to watch her television. It wasn’t too loud, but I have supersonic hearing that magnifies when I attempt to sleep. I can hear a pin drop in the next house over. I let her watch for an hour, but then decided I’d had enough and banged on her door.
She didn’t respond. I got tired of knocking and attempted to lie down with a sweater over my ears. When that didn’t work, I banged on the wall. And then again.
I went back out and banged on her door again. At 3:30 am when I was starting to worry she had been murdered, she woke up and was all “Oh, do you want me to turn down the tv?”
No. I’m just knocking on the door to ask for a cup of sugar.
My shoulder didn’t want me to sleep… even though I had complete silence. The next morning I trekked to Shelley’s office and collapsed in it and said something along the lines of “No sleep. Need sleep. Pain. Hurt.” She called my lupus doctor, but he decided to go out of town this week. I’m sure he and my lupus planned this together.
We went to the ER where they gave me pain meds and a really hot doctor asked me questions about my shoulder. He’s convinced I pulled it doing yoga. I’m not sure I agree that something I’ve done 4 times a week for a year without any neck problems just decided to hurt me, but then again, I don’t have a medical license. The lupus doctor we saw today didn’t think it was lupus either, but he’s contacting my real doctor and letting him know.
The ER visit only lasted an hour. I was impressed. I don’t think I’ve ever had one under 5 in the US.
They gave me more pain medication and I was able to move my left arm properly. Always a joy. I then went home and took a much-needed nap.
I told Théo why I hadn’t been able to go to my internship, and he brought me these:
He also brought and made me dinner, which was nice to not have to worry about.
Now I’m just chillin’ and restin’. Shelley has ordered me to take it easy for the next few days. I feel much better already, but she doesn’t want me to overdo it by starting my internship tomorrow, so I’ll wait until next week. This means it’ll extend into my Spring Break, but as I haven’t booked anything yet, I’m not worried.
In my boredom, I have made a twitter account. This is mainly because I’m utterly convinced that everyone in the entire world needs to hear every thought that crosses my mind and because I want to feel like Taylor Swift and I are friends in real life: http://twitter.com/#!/megselise I’m willing to follow people to make it look like I have real friends.
Not sure I’ll have much to say in the next few days, as I plan on being boring. I am feeling better though, so no need to worry!
Pain au chocolat count: 56