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when one enters an e.r. (aka emergency room) it doesn't seem like an unreasonable assumption that you'll be seen sometime in the near future. and a short wait is not uncommon, right?
flash to reality, cruel, sick, mean spirited reality... pat and i spent 7 hours chillaxin in the ucla e.r. (10:30pm-5:30am). pat hurt his ankle during an epic game of i.m. disc, he heard his ankle make a popping noise  not good. so we went to get an x-ray and see if it was broken or not.
possibly one of the most bizarre nights in my life. it wasn't all bad though. liz, mikey and cody brought us some snacks and treats, which we used to make new friends. we even came up with nicknames for our fellow patients. their was "slider" (top gun reference) who had a strong musk about him. tiger eyes, who showed us her tiger tatoo on her lower back and accidently her underwear  our future hip hop rapper, the technologist and pat was dubbed wheels due to his use of the "invadcare sx5" wheelchair.
i never thought i'd say this, but tv lied to me. according to shows like scrubs and e.r. i thought we'd get tossed onto a gurney the moment we walked in and given 10 cc's of (insert medicine name) "STAT!" or watch the humorous battle between doctors and the hospital janitorial staff, while having a heartfelt and reflective moment to end every half hour time slot. if they made a show about what a real e.r. was like, it'd be three weeks of watching people sit in the waiting room. but it was a bonding moment for pat and i. there were wheelchair obstacle courses, vicatin, chocolate granola bars, random people dancing in the hallway, gasping/ crying/ gagging sick girls and lots of random conversations. topped off with some freshly baked stan's donuts to greet the dawn of yet another unknown and potential filled day.
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i was checking out the edge corps website and was presently surprised to find this picture.
i guess dreams do come true.
11 more days till i head back to cali
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| oh xanga... how i've forsaken you. i've found a new love and it is facbook.
so feel free to write on my wall, give me a poke or add me as a friend.
its internet crack i tell you!
no worries, i haven't forgotten you completely. i'll come visit on the weekends and holidays.
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No love for Peter the Anteaters at UCLA
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