Passing In and Out of Life

Despite my qualms, it was really nice to see my dad, however short his visit was. And, at the risk of sounding spoiled, I LOVE my new car. A shiny blue Honda Fit. Sure as hell beats the rental car! But as good as it was to see pops, yesterday I received yet another infuriating phone call from mom, who decided to go over my credit card statement (which has yet to be re-routed to me) point by point. She felt it was necessary to lecture me on my spending habits and reamed into me for spending a mere $12.00 on lunch. Oh, and she can't understand why I pay $4.00 for coffee, which I agree is absurdly expensive but oh how I need that cup of Joe some mornings.

I can tell she really wants me to come home, and a recent event did nothing to assuage her worries. While out to dinner at a lovely little Italian place with some friends, I was mid-story when all of a sudden I felt woozy and nauseous. I managed to get out the words, "I'm going to pass out," before the usual episode occurred, described to me later by said friends. My eyes rolled back, my body slumped in my chair, my arms went stiff and I shook lightly. I was out for maybe 30 seconds but when came to they had already called 911 and some other restaurant patron who said he was an EMT was asking me questions. For those of you who don't know, I have vaso-vagal syncope which is basically a fancy way of saying I pass out on occasion. Usually there's some sort of stimulus, like getting a shot, but this time there was really no reason for it to have happened, though they tell me I was really dehydrated... I guess 3 cups of iced tea will do that to ya. Anyway, I knew I'd be okay and did not need to go to the hospital but in my woozy/nauseous state the EMT's didn't believe me and kept trying to make me stand up or let them take my blood sugar etc. which I kept trying to tell them would make me pass out again. They didn't like me very much but eventually let me sign a paper saying I refused the ambulance etc. (always covering the legalities) and my friends drove me to their place where I spent the night. My first VVS episode away from home/school.

And speaking of school, it has been really difficult to see all the online status messages of people who moved back into the dorms these past two days. This all feels brutally real now. Summer's over and those lucky bastards get to go back and enjoy more college time. God, do I miss it. Every time I think about it, I get a wrenching pain in my gut. I even started to tear up last night thinking about the new seniors and incoming sophomores of Kirkland House. It sucks so much to know that that part of my life is over. I want my roommates back. I'm sure it'll get easier, but for now I feel depressed. And jealous - anyone reading this who hasn't yet graduated: savor your time there. It's priceless.

Okay, enough words of wisdom. Celebri-sighting update: Friday night as I was leaving work and waiting to turn left onto Sunset Blvd, I locked eyes with a passerby who turned out to be..... David Arquette!