Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid
What kind of Instacare closes at nine?
I don't really remember how the rest happened, but one minute he had both of my wrists in his hands, and the next I was on the ground. Apparently, I hit my head pretty hard. He was so worried about me that he made me go to the local InstaCare with him. This is the part the gets me. We arrived at nine-thirty pm. It had been closed for a half an hour.
I really didn't want to go to the hospital, so he took me back to my dorm and someone called her mom who's a nurse. Guess what? I have a mild concussion! They wouldn't let me sleep for two hours. Then I had to wake up every two hours to make sure I didn't go into a coma. Nice.
I feel much better today, but my arms are so badly bruised that I am wearing long sleeves so people don't start asking questions. Ow.
My questions is this: Where can I go at night if I don't want to have to go to the hospital? I thought that's what the InstaCare was for. Oh well. Have a great day!



