The Time I Fainted

This morning was eventful, to say the least.

I woke up and got a text from my roommate telling me she won't be able to do sports for a while, she's back using béquilles to walk. I had to look it up: crutches. She had told me that last year she hurt her knee snowboarding and had to go to the hospital, and almost exactly a year later, she hurts herself snowboarding again. I stuck my head out the door and let the people I live with (I'm going to start referring to them as V. and P., it's weird calling them "the people I live with" or "the people I rent from") know what was going on, and then V. got a text from her asking if she could pick her up from her boyfriend's place to go to the hospital. 

I, during this time, was sitting at the computer printing a document I needed to file an Identity Fraud Affidavit for the IRS, and as usual I was mindlessly cracking various parts of my body. I turn my head to the side, expecting that beautiful crack, but instead I heard a grinding crunch. That didn't sound good. Then I got tunnel vision. 

Then all of the sudden I was in the arms of a strange bald man, and a red head was talking to me in French, and I don't think I understood what they were saying for a moment. I had no clue where I was, I had no clue who these people were. A few seconds later it all came back to me. Right, I'm in France which is in Europe, and I speak this language, and these are the people that I live with, and I am currently on their floor, and I need to print this document. V. told me I ripped my sweater. I looked... indeed, I nearly ripped my sleeve completely off on the way down, I caught it out the desk. Dang, I liked that sweater. 

I'm okay now, my neck hurts like crazy and I'm trying not to move it, I'm a little worried I did something serious to it. Every time I think about that gross crunch I feel sick to my stomach and dizzy again.

Note to self: stop cracking your neck...and your toes and your feet and your ankles and the back of your ankles and your knees and your hips and the three parts of your back you like to crack and your shoulders and your fingers and the sides of your fingers and your wrists. But mostly your neck, stop cracking that.

The people I live with were really sweet about it. They're convinced I need to eat more sugar (oh boy, if only they saw how many cookies I ate last night) so V. bought me a little cake thing and ordered me to eat it, haha. Didn't take much convincing.

And once again, I don't think my to do list is going to get checked off any time soon. Sigh. This weekend man... merde. I think all the kids are just going to play Bingo tomorrow, I don't feel like making lesson plans.