Last night Katie called to say that she might have E. Coli poisoning! Long story short, she got a kidney infection a few days ago, so the doctor advised her to drink as much water as possible, which she then did (mostly from the tap). But yesterday her school (Syracuse) warned everyone to stop drinking the water immediately due to E. Coli contamination. Fucking insane… She all thought it was pretty funny and of course had to tell me (since everyone knows about my near-death bout a few years back).
On the plus side, I highly doubt traces of E. Coli could be anywhere as dangerous as what I had, which was directly from undercooked meat, but she does have a kidney infection so there’s still some real danger there, though Katie’s also taking antibiotics for the infection, so they might also help here as well. At least Katie was in good spirits last night, plus shit (and puke) wasn’t flying out from ever end while on the phone, so that’s a positive sign.
Also last night, the bathroom ceiling started leaking. Stephy explained to me that its happened before; there’s just some tiny hole somewhere on the roof that absolutely no one (neither herself or her family or even a professional) can seem to find. Even though its rained before without incident, I guess there’s been so much this week that wherever its been collecting finally gave way (the last time this happened was over a year ago says Stephy). The bottom line is that if there’s a hole even as small as a pinhole, and a path, water will find its way inside, somehow. Thankfully, it isn’t no where as bad as the time the entire bathroom ceiling caved in when I was living in that shitty apartment in Harlem, but its still distressing nonetheless. But I’m also very glad that I’m living with the home owner and don’t have to deal with some asshole super who won’t do shit unless you grease his palm.
Unfortunately in a situation like this, all one can do is wait for the rain to subside to investigate, but consider how its going to rain for the next couple of days, something might have to be done asap otherwise the mess might become considerably worse. Though I certainly don’t like the idea of my roommate, let alone myself, walking around on a slippery roof. So yeah, I’m pretty fucking sick of the rain at this point; at first I was just annoyed with it derailing weekend plans, but now this….
… As for today, I just got back from the hospital (everything I wrote before this sentence was from the morning). I won’t go into too much detail other than a student had a medical emergency, 911 was called, and I had to accompany her to the emergency room to make sure everything was okay. But without getting into too much dirty details…
- The paramedics were nice and all, but were pretty clueless, such as how they had no idea where the fucking hospital was (which is super close to the school btw).
- Some asshole in the waiting room got pissed that I wouldn’t let him borrow my cell-phone, to the point that he started threatening me (and if you just saw this guy, you wouldn’t not have lent him yours either).
- The bathroom in the emergency ward at St. Vincent’s is pretty much on par with any that you’ll find at a Dunkin’ Donuts in the city, if you catch my drift.
Anyway, I’m out of here. DigitalLife awaits…. not that I have any high exceptions or anything (especially after last year’s rather abysmal showing). I’m just curious if the word on the street is correct, and that’s if Ziff-Davis managed to con a bunch of bloggers from 1UP into working the show.
