Week Thirty

Wow, thirty weeks of this, amazing. My story this week comes from Friday night. Some of my pals and I were going to head on over to a corn maze to get in the Halloween spirit but the weather said otherwise. Instead of participating in a corn maze, we all went to my friend's house. We watched Mean Girls, which I must say was a pretty funny movie, and had a blast. His dog was somewhat bothersome during the movie but all in all it was a night to remember. Before the movie had started I think I suggested getting tattoos or something of the sort but dissapointingly, we didn't have the tools. What we did have though, were sharpie markers. I made a pretty cool design, in my opinion, on my arm. It was multi-colored and super awesome. At the end of the night, almost midnight, someone thought they had seen someone moving in the back yard. That freaked me out so I sort of stayed close to anyone just in case a murderer did come out, that way, whoever I was with could help me bring down the murderer. Danfred and I had some talking bits and then got to my house. Danfred left and I went to sleep, end of an amazing night.

Week Twenty-Nine

The entire week, my Biomedical Sciences class had been preparing for a trip we were going to take on Friday. We got to the institute Friday morning around eight thirty or so and were seated in a large room. We took notes on some powerpoints about the company and medical interventions. We started learning about Atherosclorosis, the constricting of the blood vessels, and watched an Angioplasty, a medical procedure to cut out a section of the Aorta and replace it with a graft. I managed to watch that just fine but then the presenter started talking about more operations and showing more graphic images. I started tell myself then "Don't get sick, you won't get sick, don't worry you're fine." and other things like such. Well a few more minutes into the presentation I started getting lightheaded so I got up and walked to my teacher. I said to her "I'm feeling lightheaded." and her response was "I can tell, you aren't looking to good." She and I started walking to the back of the room to get some space and not even five steps into it my vision started to dissapate. I remember passing the trash can and her asking if I was okay, I answered her by saying "I can't see." and then the next thing I knew I was laying horizontally on a bed of chairs with four or five people around me. I jerked awake and heard people telling me I was going to be okay and then it hit me. I had fainted. I quickly understood that and just laid my head back down thinking "Well shit, now I'm 'That Kid'" It almost happened another time but I was quick enough to move and get into a better position for a more efficient blood flow. At that point though I realized I wouldn't be able to last four more hours listening and seeing these things. I left and went home to lay down and rest. It was an interesting experience for me being the first time I have ever passed out.