Dacvak
No one shall be brought before our LORD David Bowie without the true and secret knowledge of the Photoshop. For in that time, so shall He appear.
Here's the short journey in which I got here. I'm 25. Recently, I've had to boot the hospital (and stay there for 120 days and counting). Never have I let the hospital (except one, on day 100, just for fun), yay. Now, I've never done any drugs. Not even weed (I have abosolutely nothing against them, either), but that's a new experience for me.
Well, the sleep conditios in my room are less than ideal, causing daily environmental-induced insomnia. Without mentioning my specific doses, my doctors prescribed a hefty amount of ambien to help me sleep, The medecine I'm being given is araguably too much, sort of in that "just right" amount category. (IF I need more that night, I can take it without reprocussions.)
These are my first nights while taking the drug.
DAY 1. (May 2)
One day, in the past week (4 days ago, to be exact), I was woken up at 4am in ambien-induced state. Since I always have either my father or mother with me in my hospital, there's nothing dangerous about it. My dad asks me why I'm awake, and I apparently tell him something about the Zelda Orchestra Concert. Because I'm I''m a Zelda nerd and would love to go to it. Plus, it's opening near me in July, I think. (According to the date, it's not something that'd be impossible for him to believe.)
So I get working, looking up ticket prices, best times available, preshows, post shows, seeing if my VGL pass would get me backstages, etc etc. All while simultaneuously seraching for amateur performancs of classic themes. Psh. I tie the whole night together by going into a deep discussion with my nurse about my fool-proof to see this concert. The rest of the story gets fuzzy, and even the stuff I told now was thanks to my dad filling in bits of pieces of what he saw. I will say that whem I did wake up, I had tickets in my online shopping cart, and told my friend Nate I was going via text.
Oh, I guess got up and screamed "I PEED IN MY PANTS! I GOT IT ON ALL FOUR OF THEM (?)" "I NEED A CHANGE STAT, YUKI SHO HOTTIE-DOC". Turns out I didn't pee, but I did change what I was wearing.
DAY 2.
Day 2, I remember the least. It had something to do with finding the perfect place in the hospital hallways to be let alone (even though the particular wing I'm restricted to, is like, 800 square feet of hallway with about 150 square feet of an overused louge. The one big thing that did come from Day 2 was the fact that I slipped into a Lucid Dream, a huge rarity for me.I tried to hang onto it as long as I could, but eventually Palutena crashed us into the side of the house.
I remember stupidly trying to jot down anything I could remember about the dream, and what caused it. Classically stolen from every stoner comedy ever, my notepad did not have the secrets I so despretively I had captured.
DAY 3.
Before falling asleep, my mom and I noticed that our next door neighbors looked out, Even looks a bit bigger, and less noisey. Either way, I set a plan in action by talking to the nurse to procure that room tomorrow. Since she was the only nurse on-call at that moment, she didn't have any answers, and said I'd probably have to wait until they could talk to the appropriate staff. (Protip about Hospitals: Stuff doesn't get done, and there generally isn't an "appropriate time* for anything not immediately medical-related.) So aw well, guess I'll just give up until tomorrow.
Or 4am. I jump out of bed, walk over to the empty room, and proclaim that the property will belong to me that night. I will annex Room 759 of the hospital! My mom, tired and confused, tries to deduce what I'm doing, and lands on a "late night walk". Untill I start bringing in furniture and belongings. After some Samuel L Jackson-style logic, I convince my mom to aide in this 4am move. My room had a bunch of crap, and, to our credit, by 6 am it was almost dude. But then everything wore out and I passed out. I remember waking up in the new room, completely furnished by my mom and some aides. (Still feel bad about that one.)
DAY 4.
This time I woke at 3am after achieving something super rare for me - a lucid dream. If you're not familiar with the term, kid, please Wiki it up. Since I have such a fascination with lucidy, yet suck so badly at it. So after I arose from my lucid dream, I decided I had to extrapolite all of the relevant data that came with the dream. What time was it? Roughly how much did it last? Food before? Temp of the room? Day of the week? ALL KINDS OF POSSIBLE DATA NEEDED TO BE COLLECTED.
So I scrambled to figure out where I could write it all, and eliminate any possible clutter. We're going for instant organization. So I hopped on the App store, testing out handfuls of apps. 30 minutes later, I realised I had failed to find them by chance. "But hey!" I thought, "those Apple prop software apps are supposed to be good, right?" So, since I wanted to collet raw data points themost, I naturally tried Numbers. Whereas you can truly manipulate your spreadsheets for every purpose you want in Excel, I feel like numbers gets pissed when you try to remove word wrap, or change thickness. Psh.
So I got the obviously next best thing. Pages! It's just like Microsoft Word, so it seem like it could categorize data decently well, too. Except, it's really just a word processor, and it's cool with being that.
Finally, I thought, "Keynote must let me do what I need!" It's presentation software, so there's no way I wouldn't be able to create lists, have word clips, and data charts, all in a spiffy package. And now I can get back to work!
.....
.....
Uhhh... what was I talking about again?
And that's how I ended up with $30 worth of Apple productivity software.
DAY 5.
Today. No big surprise here. After becomming borderline comatose from watching old people shoot aligators on History, I started to doze off, only to wake up and create this thread.
Looking forward to tomorrow.
Well, the sleep conditios in my room are less than ideal, causing daily environmental-induced insomnia. Without mentioning my specific doses, my doctors prescribed a hefty amount of ambien to help me sleep, The medecine I'm being given is araguably too much, sort of in that "just right" amount category. (IF I need more that night, I can take it without reprocussions.)
These are my first nights while taking the drug.
DAY 1. (May 2)
One day, in the past week (4 days ago, to be exact), I was woken up at 4am in ambien-induced state. Since I always have either my father or mother with me in my hospital, there's nothing dangerous about it. My dad asks me why I'm awake, and I apparently tell him something about the Zelda Orchestra Concert. Because I'm I''m a Zelda nerd and would love to go to it. Plus, it's opening near me in July, I think. (According to the date, it's not something that'd be impossible for him to believe.)
So I get working, looking up ticket prices, best times available, preshows, post shows, seeing if my VGL pass would get me backstages, etc etc. All while simultaneuously seraching for amateur performancs of classic themes. Psh. I tie the whole night together by going into a deep discussion with my nurse about my fool-proof to see this concert. The rest of the story gets fuzzy, and even the stuff I told now was thanks to my dad filling in bits of pieces of what he saw. I will say that whem I did wake up, I had tickets in my online shopping cart, and told my friend Nate I was going via text.
Oh, I guess got up and screamed "I PEED IN MY PANTS! I GOT IT ON ALL FOUR OF THEM (?)" "I NEED A CHANGE STAT, YUKI SHO HOTTIE-DOC". Turns out I didn't pee, but I did change what I was wearing.
DAY 2.
Day 2, I remember the least. It had something to do with finding the perfect place in the hospital hallways to be let alone (even though the particular wing I'm restricted to, is like, 800 square feet of hallway with about 150 square feet of an overused louge. The one big thing that did come from Day 2 was the fact that I slipped into a Lucid Dream, a huge rarity for me.I tried to hang onto it as long as I could, but eventually Palutena crashed us into the side of the house.
I remember stupidly trying to jot down anything I could remember about the dream, and what caused it. Classically stolen from every stoner comedy ever, my notepad did not have the secrets I so despretively I had captured.
DAY 3.
Before falling asleep, my mom and I noticed that our next door neighbors looked out, Even looks a bit bigger, and less noisey. Either way, I set a plan in action by talking to the nurse to procure that room tomorrow. Since she was the only nurse on-call at that moment, she didn't have any answers, and said I'd probably have to wait until they could talk to the appropriate staff. (Protip about Hospitals: Stuff doesn't get done, and there generally isn't an "appropriate time* for anything not immediately medical-related.) So aw well, guess I'll just give up until tomorrow.
Or 4am. I jump out of bed, walk over to the empty room, and proclaim that the property will belong to me that night. I will annex Room 759 of the hospital! My mom, tired and confused, tries to deduce what I'm doing, and lands on a "late night walk". Untill I start bringing in furniture and belongings. After some Samuel L Jackson-style logic, I convince my mom to aide in this 4am move. My room had a bunch of crap, and, to our credit, by 6 am it was almost dude. But then everything wore out and I passed out. I remember waking up in the new room, completely furnished by my mom and some aides. (Still feel bad about that one.)
DAY 4.
This time I woke at 3am after achieving something super rare for me - a lucid dream. If you're not familiar with the term, kid, please Wiki it up. Since I have such a fascination with lucidy, yet suck so badly at it. So after I arose from my lucid dream, I decided I had to extrapolite all of the relevant data that came with the dream. What time was it? Roughly how much did it last? Food before? Temp of the room? Day of the week? ALL KINDS OF POSSIBLE DATA NEEDED TO BE COLLECTED.
So I scrambled to figure out where I could write it all, and eliminate any possible clutter. We're going for instant organization. So I hopped on the App store, testing out handfuls of apps. 30 minutes later, I realised I had failed to find them by chance. "But hey!" I thought, "those Apple prop software apps are supposed to be good, right?" So, since I wanted to collet raw data points themost, I naturally tried Numbers. Whereas you can truly manipulate your spreadsheets for every purpose you want in Excel, I feel like numbers gets pissed when you try to remove word wrap, or change thickness. Psh.
So I got the obviously next best thing. Pages! It's just like Microsoft Word, so it seem like it could categorize data decently well, too. Except, it's really just a word processor, and it's cool with being that.
Finally, I thought, "Keynote must let me do what I need!" It's presentation software, so there's no way I wouldn't be able to create lists, have word clips, and data charts, all in a spiffy package. And now I can get back to work!
.....
.....
Uhhh... what was I talking about again?
And that's how I ended up with $30 worth of Apple productivity software.
DAY 5.
Today. No big surprise here. After becomming borderline comatose from watching old people shoot aligators on History, I started to doze off, only to wake up and create this thread.
Looking forward to tomorrow.
Good luck on your recovery, man.
