 Wednesday, February 22, 2006
The evil that is Shitty Monday |
Now statistics isn't really my thing, but if you were to take a look at Mondays, you'd notice that a high percentage of my shitty days occur on Mondays, and the intensity of the shittiness is much higher on shitty Mondays when compared to other shitty days (for example, shitty Wednesdays or shitty Saturdays). There's something about this particular day that just totally makes things FUBAR. Manic Monday indeed!
What happened this Monday just totally blew all shitty days out of the water. From the beginning, it was obvious that it was bound to be a shitty day. I woke up at 8:30 when my first class was at 7:30. Breakfast took a raincheck as I hurried to get ready for my next class which was at 10. At school, my classmates told me that we'd just be watching a thesis deliberation, so I could have just stayed at home and took it easy. Instead of eating for free at home, my wallet took a beating trying to sate my furious hunger that morning.
At 1 o'clock, we had an exam for Design. It didn't appear to be too tough, so things didn't seem so bad. Some of our classmates were still missing and didn't know that the exam was pushed to 1, so I texted them. KZ was one of those people, he ended up sitting at the drafting table in front of me.
Here's the shit. The problem with our classroom was that there are windows along the upper portion of the wall and they let in the evil afternoon sun. The classroom turns into an oven and the sunlight is aimed right at our tables. So we usually place drafting boards there to block the sun. There was already a board on top and I needed to add another one because the light was hitting my table and the glare was horrible. I placed another board on top and climbed down. After noticing that there was still a huge spot of light hitting my table, I decided to scoot the board over a little bit more. As I was adjusting my board, it bumped into the other board and they both started to fall over. I was able to guide my board to hit my table safely and partially grabbed the other board, but that wasn't good enough to stop it from landing on KZ's head. I actually fell over as well and slammed myself on my table, but my attention was on KZ. At first it seemed like he was ok, but when I saw the blood drip from his forehead, I could feel my heart pound in my chest.
I brought KZ to the faculty room where the school nurse rushed over to check him out. After cleaning up the wound, she let us know that we would need to take him to the hospital. At this point, my brain was soup, it felt like the whole world was in fast forward while I was shell-shocked and unable to move. We headed to the hospital where KZ needed to have 4 stitches laced onto his scalp. As I was sitting outside the surgery room, waiting fo him to finish, several thoughts started to pop into my head.
What if the board hit KZ even harder?
What if it missed him altogether?
What if that was me in there right now getting my head stitched up?
What if? What if? What if?!?! I was driving myself crazy, thinking about all the possible outcomes. Everyone kept telling me (even KZ) that it was ok, that it was just an accident, but I kept thinking that if things were worse, would they still say that? Then after calming down a bit, I started to thank God that things didn't turn out worse than they did. But still, that was a pretty fucked up Monday.
listening to: Gwen Stefani - Luxurious |
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