I hate hospitals.

I hate the glaring white walls, the sickly ambience every room exudes, the irritable nurses, the long waits (if you're not bleeding from the head), and everything in between.

The only good thing that came from passing out in F Block and going to the ER was that I didn't have to take the bus home and then walk (seeing as that was the exact thing I was dreading at the beginning of F Block, hot and sweaty, short of breath, and dizzy). I guess it was nice to be chauffered to the hospital by ambulance and then to home in a cab. What service.

There's nothing terribly wrong with me by the way. Dr. Thompson (a really nice doctor who reminds me of Katherine Hiegl in looks as well as demeanor) said that my QT was a tad longer than normal (the time in between the electrical current that starts your atria to contracting. She said to get it checked out but not to worry.

So none of you worry, either! I think it was just a combination of things: being a little upset about an emotional conversation I had previously with a teacher, it being very hot in said teacher's office, and the trek downstairs to Anatomy where (I thought) fetal pigs awaited me (they weren't). The last thing I remember was turning to my friend Akiyah and saying, "God, it's so hot in this room". The next thing I remember is everything being black and hearing, "No wait, look, her chest is moving up and down. She's breathing." And that seemed really strange to me, and the next thing I knew, Ms. Rosen was shaking me lightly and I woke up and the class, for once, was dead quiet. Ms. Rosen thought that was really funny, seeing as she's been trying all year to get them to shut up for five minutes so she can teach. I live to serve.