When I arrived in Los Angeles last week, I was determined not to hang out with other students, even the ones I had admired a long time. I planned to attend readings by myself, eat cheap take-out in my hotel room, file my paperwork, and skip out on graduation. That was before I had a seizure. D. rode along in the ambulance, holding my hand the whole way. When the paramedics tried to insert an IV and infuse me with high doses of anti-seizure medication, she made them untie the tournequet. At that point, I was fully aware of what was happening, but unable to talk. There is a certain kind of intimacy in letting someone talk for you, and knowing she is getting it right. Getting you right.
In the short course of one week, I consider D. a good friend.
I still skipped out on graduation.
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My eyes welled up when I read this ...and, ugh, I'm glad I was alone. I don't like people seeing me weepy. I am glad I got to know you better as well. Wish there could have been, not a seizure of course, but SOMETHING that could have brought us together sooner.
Posted by Dewi | July 1, 2003 12:05 PM
Posted on July 1, 2003 12:05