A friend of mine explained to me once why she’d quit drinking. “I thought I was a party girl,” she said. “Then I realized that I wasn’t a party girl. I was a hospital girl. Every time I went to a party, I somehow ended up in the hospital.”
Well, yesterday, we were party girls.
Today? We were hospital girls.
A phone-less Danielle (she lost it in the snow last night) wrote on my Facebook wall this morning: “I’m going back out to look for my phone! I have a rake! Come help!” And I wrote back with “I am not getting out of bed today. Sorry.”
Oh, how wrong I was.
Turned out, Danielle couldn’t walk much at all, and then she threw up a few times, and then we decided to go to the hospital. We thought she might have a broken tailbone or a concussion. I’m still driving my crappy-ass loaner car and the roads are terrible, so we plot out the closest hospital that we can get to without taking any hills. It was still TERRIFYING to get there. We ended up at Swedish Hospital in Ballard, where the staff were super friendly and awesome to us. I still had the footage from the sledding incident on my camera, so every time a nurse or a doctor or an orderly was like, “What happened?” Danielle was like, “Wanna see the video?” We showed that video to everyone in that hospital. They were all like, “Holy shit! NO WAY!” Even our doctor was like, “Woah. Awesome. Looks like it hurt, though.” We spent a couple hours at the hospital. Danielle got X-rays, and they told us that she hadn’t broken anything and she didn’t have a concussion. That was a big relief. They gave her some pain meds and sent us home.
By that time, I’d gotten a call that my truck was FINALLY out of the shop, so we began the long and treacherous road across town to pick it up. Seriously we almost died like 8 times. The car was fishtailing out of control, like, constantly. I have no idea how we survived that drive. But we got to the body shop and picked up my truck, which has awesome 4WD and was totally built for this shit, and it was like driving on completely different streets. It was no problem at all to drive on the ice and snow. I kept moaning ecstatically. Danielle was like, “You’re having an orgasm over your truck,” and I was like, “He is the most dependable man in my life right now.” I am SO GLAD to have him back. We took the truck to the mall (with NO fearing for our lives!!!) and got Danielle a new iPhone. So now we both had our favorite possessions back, Danielle was medicated, and I was calm. Phew.
I dropped Danielle back off at our apartment complex, but I was having too much fun driving in the snow in my truck to go home. I picked up my friend Gayle, who’s been trapped in her apartment in Belltown for days, since her car is snowed in, and we went out to eat. Driving in the snow in my truck is AWESOME. It’s totally like one of those power trucks you see on TV. I love it.
Anyway, I explained all this over on Evil Beet, but I’m heading out to do some snowboarding for the next couple of days. My Internet access will be spotty, and there may not be posts up until the 26th or 27th. But I will definitely be back to tell you all about my snowy adventures. Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah!
