Tonight I had a headache. Which is kind of odd, I'm not the headache kind of girl. I don't usually get them. However, I did babysit four kids tonight ranging from ages 2 to 8. Luckily, I didn't have to cook them dinner, they had popcorn while we watched a movie. (And I didn't burn it!)
After babysitting, I took some headache medicine because it hurt so bad. Which is also odd because I've got a really low tolerance to medicine. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Popping the pills made me think of the first and only time I've gotten high...
It was in college. We were having a dorm hall pillow fight. Which meant anyone involved had to stay within the confines of the building, but if you found someone, you either attacked them, or ran like the wind to avoid the impending doom...What added to the fun was the fact that the guys twisted their pillows so tight that it basically resembled a club rather than a soft cushion to gently lay my head.
I got caught by one of the boys and when he swung his pillow at me in the hallway, he hit me, and knocked me out. His pillow, wound as tight as his manly ego could wrap it, smacked me in the face and the impact knocked my head against the wall and I was out.
I wake up and I'm in one of the guys rooms and they are all looking at me like I'm a science experiment. If they tell an RA, they could get in trouble for knocking me out, but if not, it would be so much worse if I had a concussion.
In the midst of their worrying about what would happen to them, my head was killing me. I knew from previous pass out experiences that it would only get worse, so I told them to give me some Aleve. And they did. Six of them. All at once. (I'm still five-four and 110 pounds at this stage of my life...Yeah...)
There's about a four to five hour gap in my memory of that night. I remember taking the Aleve, but after that, it gets a little fuzzy. Actually, I don't remember much else. My friends remember it because they took pictures. Apparently I took one of the boys' scooters and went up and down the hallway for a solid three hours. No wonder when I woke up the next day my ankle was killing me...
Needless to say, I don't take much medicine anymore...
After babysitting, I took some headache medicine because it hurt so bad. Which is also odd because I've got a really low tolerance to medicine. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Popping the pills made me think of the first and only time I've gotten high...
It was in college. We were having a dorm hall pillow fight. Which meant anyone involved had to stay within the confines of the building, but if you found someone, you either attacked them, or ran like the wind to avoid the impending doom...What added to the fun was the fact that the guys twisted their pillows so tight that it basically resembled a club rather than a soft cushion to gently lay my head.
I got caught by one of the boys and when he swung his pillow at me in the hallway, he hit me, and knocked me out. His pillow, wound as tight as his manly ego could wrap it, smacked me in the face and the impact knocked my head against the wall and I was out.
I wake up and I'm in one of the guys rooms and they are all looking at me like I'm a science experiment. If they tell an RA, they could get in trouble for knocking me out, but if not, it would be so much worse if I had a concussion.
In the midst of their worrying about what would happen to them, my head was killing me. I knew from previous pass out experiences that it would only get worse, so I told them to give me some Aleve. And they did. Six of them. All at once. (I'm still five-four and 110 pounds at this stage of my life...Yeah...)
There's about a four to five hour gap in my memory of that night. I remember taking the Aleve, but after that, it gets a little fuzzy. Actually, I don't remember much else. My friends remember it because they took pictures. Apparently I took one of the boys' scooters and went up and down the hallway for a solid three hours. No wonder when I woke up the next day my ankle was killing me...
Needless to say, I don't take much medicine anymore...
2 comments:
That's amazing.
i wish I could have seen this.
Yeah, its my own version of Momento. Those boys definitely took polaroids...
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