Clearly somebody doesn't want me to be the Arbiter Of All Things. Yesterday I arbited my iPod to turn on, and it wouldn't. It died. "Live, iPod, live," I arbited, but it insisted on dying. However, I was surprisingly calm, which I attribute to my WF training. A year ago my reaction to this loss might have ranged between, say, crying, and hurling the iPod against the wall and crying. Yesterday, though, I merely uttered a few nasty words and shrugged my shoulders. All things must pass. Low and behold, a glimmer of maturity emerged!
Realizing that I was mostly unfazed by the death of the iPod, whoever is after my title pulled a far worse trick on me today. Today I arbited myself to finish my history test, and I didn't. Instead I came down with incapacitating chills and passed out in the middle of the exam.
Fever + hypoglycemia + dehydration = being hooked up to oxygen, a vitals monitor, an IV, and an EKG. And getting to eat really concentrated glucose out of a tube. I got to ride in an ambulance with really friendly parametics. They even made me laugh and got my lips to stop being blue. I definitely didn't need as much care as I got at the hospital (mostly in electrode form), but I must have been unconscious for at least 5 minutes. I hate being attached to machines because I feel like I'm going to forget about it and pull something down/out by accident when I move. I felt like a marionette all tangled up.
So I guess I'm now Arbiter Of All Things Save iPods And History Exams. And I have a fever and an incomplete midterm. And no iPod. It's turning out to be a fun week.
As usual, I blame global warming.
Posted by Trailhobbit
at 6:32 PM EDT
Updated: Wednesday, October 26, 2005 9:58 PM EDT
