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Digital journal 8/15/15

I woke up in the San Francisco General Hospital. I felt fine, until I opened my eyes. Light flooded into my ocular receptors and my brain started buzzing. It wasn’t as bad as before; it was more of an afterburn. It was still enough for me to close me eyes though.

It wasn’t much help. I was painfully aware of my eyes pressing against my eyelids, something that doesn’t feel very comfortable and can only be relieved, by my knowledge, by opening your eyes and closing them again. But at that moment, opening my eyes again didn’t seem like the most attractive option.

So I lay there with my eyes closed, very uncomfortable, taking in my surroundings with my fingers. I was very clearly in a hospital bed, although I didn’t see why. Only my head had hurt, right? Or was I seriously scarred for life? This horrible thought scared me enough to open my eyes and take a peek.

I was under some blue sheets, so I had to wiggle my appendages to be able to tell if I still had my body parts. After a frantic few moments, I was satisfied that I was a full 100% of an average sized scrawny Caucasian boy. Fun.

Then, a hand reached out to me from the foot of the bed. I raised my eyebrows at it, until my dad’s head rose up behind it. He had fallen asleep at the bed, waiting for me to wake up and be okay. I told him I was fine, albeit having a light headache. He explained that after I blacked out on the plane, the plane attendants took me to the medical cabin, and checked my vitals. Everything had seemed normal, except my eyes had kept on fluttering open and shut. They made me swallow a sleeping pill and I had slept soundly until the plane made a stop in San Francisco. They had decided to risk the rest of the half-day flight because I had not seemed to be in any distress, and my vitals were normal.

My dad had pushed that I should be admitted into San Francisco General, and so here I had rested. I had been out for a few hours, over the course of which my dad had freaked out and drank two cups of coffee. Eventually, he got tired enough that he actually fell asleep through the caffeine. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in over a week, typically resting for two hours at most each night. My coming to had woken him up, because the hospital gear monitoring my brain waves had started beeping.

Hearing this alarm, two doctors rushed into the room, pushing me down onto the bed, telling me to rest. Then, they examined the brainwave monitor, exchanged some whispered words in a seemingly very excited manner, jotted down some notes on their handy-dandy doctor clipboards, and dashed out of the room, no doubt to discuss my situation. I turned over to look at the monitor, but it wasn’t faced towards me.

I asked my dad to let me see it, and he groggily stood up, and turned it so that I could see.

My brainwaves were fluctuating on and off the screen at the speed of sound.