My gold membership has expired. I don't have the time to mess with it right now.
Eric is now in the recovery wing. He pulled his breathing tube out pretty much the first second he was awake, and has been planning his escape from the hospital ever since. He keeps telling me how sorry he is to put me through all of this, and is telling me crazy things like he's going to buy me a house and such. I can't believe that this man is so sweet.
He's going to need a lot of physical therapy; the parlysis on his left side is pretty bad and I don't think he'll be able to walk for a while. His short term memory is pretty fucked, too. He keeps repeating himself in conversation and often can't remember what happened from one day to the next. I helped give him a sponge bath this morning. It has been so hard seeing him like this; he was such an outgoing and active person. He's still trying to be sweet to me, telling me he loves me and kissing my hand, storking my hair, and kissing my cheek. I can't beleive he's so nice even when I know he's going through all this intense emotional and physical pain.
The last few days have been an emotional rollercoaster. I've met Eric's parents and a lot of his friends (who are wondering "Who in the hell is this girl; I didn't know Eric had a girlfriend"), and my mom flew into town to "be here for me". Interestingly enough, it seems like I've been doing more for her since she's been here (except, of course, she is willing to spend money on me-- which has always been her forte over emotional support). She leaves tomorrow morning. Maybe I will be able to get a decent night's rest then (she's staying with me in my incredibly cramped and dirty room).
Also, one of Eric's friends (we'll refer to her as L.A.) has had a huge crush on him for quite a while and found out I was dating him the night of the accident. I guess L.A. is really hurt because he told her he didn't want to date anyone. Because she is hurt, she has been trying to make me look bad to Eric's best friend, Megan. It really makes me wonder about how self-centered and bitchy this girl could really be. I understand that she feels I am "stepping on her toes", but Eric almost DIED, and we were friends for five months before we started dating. I saved his life by taking him to the hospital and I have been by his side since then. Today was the first day I did something for myself, and that was only because Eric told me to. This is just too much drama for me to deal with. I don't want to talk to this girl. The problem is, she lives in Eric's apartment building, and every time I go there to check his mail I run the risk of meeting her. Also, she invited me to some little Sex and the City party she is having Sunday night because she is being fakey and trying to "make friends" so she can dig up dirt on me. Arg.
Anyway, Joran (the lead singer of one of the bands Eric plays drums for) and Megan are putting together a benefit concert for Eric, as he didn't have any medical insurance when this happened (other than playing drums, he is a self-employeed web-designer).
7:51 p.m. - Saturday, Feb. 21, 2004
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