It's been so long since i've been on google+ that part 1 of this story has long since passed into memory, but here's part two. Or, maybe it's the middle part.
Picking up from the middle of the last story: I had a small section of leg missing, and was about 15 miles from home on a bicycle. I did have a cell phone. I only knew two people in the Boston area with cars; Case and Dustin. I didn't really know where I was, and Dustin seemed like a better candidate for figuring that out, so I called him. I told him I needed to go to the hospital and get stitches, and needed a ride. We didn't know each other well then, but we'd met in the foundry, and he'd seen me pretty badly hurt, yet refusing to take off the few minutes to get a proper bandage, so he knew this meant serious. He said he'd be right there, and asked where I was. I got as far as "there's this one set of unlit ballards" and he knew just where I was. He asked if I could walk at all, and I said yes, and he told me he'd meet me in the nursery parking lot about 500 yards towards Boston. Sure enough, it was there, and I waited, and he was there pretty quick. When he arrived, he asked if I really needed stitches, or if I just wanted a ride home. I said no, I really needed stitches. We went to Mt auburn hospital, and I walked up to the check in desk. It is important to the story that a) I have a clumsy tomboy's pain tolerance- VERY HIGH, and b) I was still flirting with Dustin, no way I was gonna admit to weakness in front of him. So I walked up to the desk, and, when asked what I was there for, said, with a smile, that I had misplaced a bit of my leg out on the bike path. I suppose this was not the right approach, as we then sat in the waiting room for two hours before I even saw a triage nurse. When we finally did see her, she asked me to unbandage the leg so she could see it. I did so. She, of course, was unshockable, though she did berate me for not complaining and getting into her earlier. Dustin leaned over, took a look, and said "Whoa! That's BIG", and both she and I laughed. I was immediately taken into a room. They insisted on taking xrays, while I was arguing that we could see the bone with our bare eyes ( I imagine they were right). After that, the actual stitching started. Now, while I am totally cool with pain, doctors kinda freak me out, and, at some point post triage nurse, I had started acting like a normal young girl with a portion of leg missing- there were tears and whatnot. Dustin was holding my hand, and i was looking away from my leg. I guess he was looking at me leg, because, about half way through the stitches, he passed out. I mean, actually fainted. It was hilarious. All the sudden we're all looking over the side of the bed, figuring out if we need to do something for him. He got up pretty quickly, but the nurses insisted he go into another room. This, of course, was the best thing he could have done in the situation, as the nurses and I were now laughing our asses off, and all anxiety was well gone. I was out of there, with a big bag of complimentary gauze, only about half an hour after seeing the triage nurse.
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