I binge watched Season 6 of Game Of Thrones this weekend, and while doing so I was reminded of those quizzes that flood Facebook where they ask you what GOT character you would be. And countless people take these quizzes or else they wouldn’t appear on your Facebook and countless people come to the same conclusion. They like to believe that they would be a Tyrion Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, or Jon Snow when in reality, if they were plucked from our world into theirs, they would be nameless farmer #347763, destined to be slaughtered by rogue Wildlings, roving gangs, or one of the many conqueror families that are bound to happen upon their little hamlet. I’m not saying this to be insulting, because it would be the same for me and just about everyone else.
I’ve had to do a lot of bouncing around this week. I’ve also had car trouble and some wriitng on the side I need to get done, so there won’t be any new posts this week. However, I have gained more of a following the past couple months, and was just recently the newest featured blog on NEPA Blogs, and I’ve wanted to create a guide to access the best of blogs I have written since February 2015. Here is a list. I hope this post will encourage more readers to browse my archive for something they like.
Last Thursday around 3AM, my girlfriend, Danielle, and I went to the Emergency Room. We went because she was having a mental health crisis. We checked in and were quickly taken back to a room. So far we met two people, the receptionist and the nurse that escorts you to your room. These people were nice, and we wouldn’t encounter another nice person for hours. We were put in your standard emergency room quarters; one foam bed, one uncomfortable chair, a sink, a television, and a blue curtain for privacy. In ten minutes, a nurse came in. She took in everything Danielle said and wrote all key information in pen on her right hand. Several minutes later, a phlebotomist took Danielle’s blood while chatting with another coworker. She threw her gloves off but only one of the gloves made it to the garbage. The phlebotomist ignored this and left the room. Around 3:30-3:45, a doctor came in. He punched some info into a computer, rubbed his hand on Danielle’s shoulder, and said something along the lines of “We’ll get you patched up.” He informed us a crisis counselor will be in soon.