Brain Damaged Nov. 12th, 2006

Yesterday, I was working at the greenhouse at school.  I had been given an offer by my professor to work in the botanical garden in order to receive extra credit; this way I would not have to take my final exam.  However, it was cold and windy yesterday.  I did my usual routine yesterday.  I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, drank some coffee, wrote some messages, changed my MySpace name to Kenny K. Has Dismantled His Brain!  etc.
I rode to school; stopped for some D & D coffee, and started working.  I worked for about an hour, but my hands were freezing from sifting through all the wet mud.  I started walking towards the greenhouse to warm up for a bit.  I went to the door, and my hands were full of mud, so I couldn't turn the doorknob.  I went around to the other side and the door was locked.  Then I started to feel sick.  My body temperature was rising fast; and my hands were freezing; and still covered in mud.  So I sat down.  I started removing my hoodies, skull cap, scarf, etc.  I sat there trying to cool down my head.  My hands were useless by then.  So I realized I had better get inside before they were frostbit.  It wasn't extremely cold, but the water from the mud and not wearing gloves was causing the problem.  So I got and started walking towards the greenhouse again,  The mud was drying on my hands so I figured I would try the doorknob again or just knock.  This guy passed me with a garbage can, and then I lost consciousness.  I felt a thump, but I felt like i was dreaming.  I opened my eyes and I was looking up at the sky.  I didn't know where I was.  It was the weirdest thing.  After a few minutes went by, I heard the wheels on the garbage can getting closer, and then I realized I must have passed out.  Luckily, I was wearing three hoodies, and they were off of my head, so they were bunched up behind my neck.  This gave me some cushion when my head hit the concrete.  I think I probably would have cracked my skull if I didn't have this protection.  The guy asks me if I was alright; I mean seriously, does someone look alright when they are lying in the middle of the sidewalk?  NO; that is not a normal sight.  So he helps me up, and I begin to feel sick again, I sit down a few feet away, and then some other people started coming to check on me.  After a few minutes I tried to walk again.  I finally got inside, and walked down a hallway, I got to the next hallway, and my eyesight began to fade again, so I leaned up against a wall and slid down to the floor.  People kept walking by me and looking at me.  My hair was a mess from the skull cap I had been wearing earlier.  I must have looked pretty psychotic.  I mean; I haven't shaved in a couple of weeks because of the role I am playing in this new play.  The director wants me to be grubby looking.  I can only imagine how I really looked to these conservative assholes.  So, there I was sitting in the middle of the hallway trying to gain my composure.  Finally, someone asked me if I was alright, and I gave them a dollar to get me something to eat out of the vending machine.  They brought me back two apples.  Then came the questions of whether or not I was a diabetic.  I am not!  So, yeah I am a starving artist of sorts.  I live off of caffeine and nicotine.  It is the poor man's weight watchers.  Well, I had to call the Pops, and he swung by and picked me up.  I slept for 13 hours last night.  I went to bed really early, missed a lot of phone calls I am sure, but I turned my phone off before I went to sleep.
I feel better today, but I am sore.  I am still alive, but I am also a little more thankful of being alive.  Anyway, that is my story and I am sticking to it.  I lost consciousness, and everyone thinks I should see a doctor, but I am a MAN!!!  Men don't see doctors, we just heal ourselves.  BOO  YAAAA!!!!  Well thanks for listening.  The irony here is my changing of my MySpace name before I left yesterday morning, and then I actually did Dismantle My Brain for a little while.  HMMMMMMM......
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