Dark Walls

I woke up drugged out of my mind. The room was dark. Cords were coiled every which way from my veins, and I had no sense of reality. I remember brief moments from the ICU room, and surprisingly, they all bring a smile to my face...

 

Memory 1: I woke up and the first face I remember was Madison Bracken's. She is as awkward as they came but man do I love her to pieces. She waltzed right into the room with that "Shit, what do I do" smile painted on her face and at that moment, I managed the first real smile since I flew from the car. She was only there briefly but I remember making her call Brian Flick (an acquaintance who called during the MRIs). She was hesitant because I wasn't supposed to see light (but I got my way as usual)

Memory 2: I WAS GIVEN DALLOTTED!!! Which, if you don't know, is the drug of all drugs. I was given a button to push whenever I felt the need for more pain killers. However, at the time I couldn't quite grasp this concept so I spent a lot of time aimlessly pressing the button until I heard the reassuring "beep" telling me the drug was released into my veins.

Memory 3: It was time for the staples. Oh boy. Wearing only a hospital-issued night gown, I was turned onto my side so the doctor could staple up my head and stitch my under arm. My dad was there the whole time holding my hand which made the experience as good as it could possibly get. With all that dallotted in my system, the 16 staples punched into my skull felt like subtle nudges against my skull and the 5 stitches were mere pinches. As they were finishing up my head my dad asked how I was doing, and I said, word for you, "Great! I got 16 staples and I'm not even crying. I'm tougher than you dad and I didn't even play hockey" (Because my dad played and always talks about all of his stitches). Once the incisions were closed shut with string and scabs, I realized my bare ass was hanging out the whole time. Now bare with me, the next part of this memory isn't exactly the most proud, but it does provide a little comic relief for lack of a better word. The conversation with my doctor went as follows:
Me: "Is my butt hanging out"
Doc: "Yes..."
Me: "You could at least buy me dinner before staring at my ass!"
Heh, told ya it was inappropriate.

Memory 4: Emily, who broke her femur and back was in the ICU room right next door. Needless to say, we were the nurse-techs FAVORITE patients. Despite the uncanny circumstances, Emily and I managed to keep the whole staff laughing. So, this memory involves Emily and I talking on the phone separated by only the wall making snarky comments about one of the male nurse techs (who was as cute as could be) when he was sitting right there. One time in particular, we prank called him (even though it was obviously us becuase I handed him the phone and told him to answer it) . I cant remember exactly how the conversation went but that was the first time I laughed since the accident.