Mad World

My roommate has bronchitis. She had to go to the hospital the day before yesterday after nearly fainting in the next building over... they called an ambulance because she couldn't walk and none of us have cars. One ambulance ride later, she was in the ER with a fluid IV - she was dehydrated. Ben and I took the Red Route over to the hospital and waited for a very long time while Steve Irwin talked about bird-eating spiders on TV and I attempted to read my assignments for today (which still aren't read...)

Meanwhile, Shawn went to Student Health and waited around for an appointment. His chest had been hurting him. After awhile, he saw a doctor and was informed that his lung had partially collapsed. Now Shawn had to walk to the hospital - where the rest of the gang was gathered - for x-rays, in some seriously chilly weather. It's slippery and wet outside; here's Shawn, trudging through the snow, getting lost because Student Health and the hospital are on the opposite side of the river from where we live.

Enter Peter, who comes to the rescue like a knight in shining armour. Jess is still weak, and we don't know when the next bus comes anyway. She needs Motrin, Tylenol, soup, and fruit juice... but the bus doesn't go to the store and she probably shouldn't be shopping with us, anyway.

Jess finally heals, to a degree. She's not going to class for the rest of the week. Shawn's collapsed alveoli did not prevent him from going to any classes, though he is on codeine, lucky bastard.