Once I went on a short vacation-trip with my family up to some barren cabin on a lake owned by their friends.
- I hate nature.
- I hate the outdoors.
- Going to a cabin sounded awful, but I bit the bullet and decided not to be a sourpuss and went on the vacation.
I went canoeing by myself because that is one thing I like about the outdoors. Actually I like kayaking better than canoeing because I suppose canoes are more for groups of people, or at least a couple. *Note to self that canoe = excellent date op. ((Actually, my hurdles coach in high school told the hurdlers that his first date with his wife was on a canoe. He said it was horrible because all she did was make him row and she just sat in the canoe thinking it was great.))
After canoeing, I decided to do my calculus homework (outside so that I could capitalize on the “beauty of nature”) and also read some books about doctors. Then I ate and went to bed.
I couldn’t go to bed because I felt like I would stop breathing. This really bothered me, but everyone was asleep, and I didn’t feel comfortable waking up my mom or stepdad/I didn’t know where they were sleeping and I didn’t want to creep around the cabin and accidentally see a couple getting freaky (because we were at the cabin with their friends). So I texted two friends.
My bff was rather nonchalant. He said his brother suffered from a similar condition, and that I should get it checked out. That is all. I was expecting more from him because I could have died that night, but I guess he’s just real cool in life-or-death situations.
My Muslim friend was more sympathetic. I do not know why I texted her because we aren’t really that close. She was more motherly than my bff, though.
What does it mean that I texted these two friends when I thought I was going to die? That I texted instead of called? That I specifically chose them? C’est la vie.
For the record, I didn’t think I was going to die, but I did want to tell someone what I was experiencing. I didn’t think it warranted waking someone up just to tell them what I was experiencing. But then what if I did think I was going to die? Would I still wake someone up with a phone call telling them, “Hey, I think I might die?” I told my mom in the morning, and various reports indicate that she watched me at night and hovered her hand over my mouth to ensure that I was breathing as I slept.