I'm finally taking a break with the whole alcohol consummation. Let me tell you why. First of all, I had been drinking for about two weeks non stop. The last week I switched from beer to wine (‘cause beer is not too good for weight and so on)... So, every evening I was out, enjoying the great weather and drinking. It's dangerous to have spring unusually early I guess, makes people feel they're almighty...
So it was – another evening out, sitting under a bridge (yeah, that’s how low I’ve gone) with five bottles of wine and two friends. The bottles were emptying quite quickly when suddenly I realised that I had Annabelle’s fire chains with me. Never mind the fact that I don’t really know how to do anything with them, I decided I should practice a bit because I will have to perform with that for our school play at the end of May. What a weird coincidence that one of my friends had some fuel stuff, so I put my chains on fire just for the hell of it. Everything went considerably well. We drank some more. And then some more…
I don’t really remember the continuance of things but at some moment the guys found me swearing and covering my eye. Apparently – I had swung one of the lit chains right into my right eye. The fragment I remember is when I was covering one eye and then the other and saying something like: “oh look! One eye sees clearly and with the other one it’s all hazy… no but, no problem, I don’t mind!” I can suppose that my friends were quite shocked so they immediately took me to the nearest place for help – to the fire station. There I remember that young firemen put me into their truck and closed the doors and looked at my eye. When it was time to leave I had refused to get off the bed and out of the truck. I can imagine that the firemen had quite a few laughs on my account that evening. Oh well.
Next destination – first-aid station at the hospital. As soon as I heard that I was being taken (yeah, I couldn’t really walk alone) to the hospital, I started crying. Fred told me later that I had brought the disappearance of my favourite hippie-bus as an excuse for my tears. I think that the real reason was (even though I still wasn’t too sober) that I finally started to realise the seriousness of my situation – I couldn’t see well with my right eye!!!
In the hospital, as I vaguely remember, they looked into my eye with this light-machine-thingy, then they made me read letters from a board with my good eye (which wasn’t all that easy because the world seemed a bit hazy even with that eye) and then they stuck me up with eye drops and cream and Fred knows what else…
I think (or at least I hope) that on the way home I was quiet and humble, on the name of all the embarrassment I had caused to Fred and not mentioning myself… So now I’ve had to put stuff in my hurting eye about every four hours every day and quit alcohol (not only because of the eye). The traces of what I did are still there even though I don’t remember doing it. My eye lashes are about half the length they should be and I already removed the part of my scorched hair around the eye.
I have no idea what I would have done without Fred who practically carried me from one place to another and then put cream into my damaged eye. One other thing to thank is my outrageous luck that let me get away with just a superficial burn. I can still see!
So it was – another evening out, sitting under a bridge (yeah, that’s how low I’ve gone) with five bottles of wine and two friends. The bottles were emptying quite quickly when suddenly I realised that I had Annabelle’s fire chains with me. Never mind the fact that I don’t really know how to do anything with them, I decided I should practice a bit because I will have to perform with that for our school play at the end of May. What a weird coincidence that one of my friends had some fuel stuff, so I put my chains on fire just for the hell of it. Everything went considerably well. We drank some more. And then some more…
I don’t really remember the continuance of things but at some moment the guys found me swearing and covering my eye. Apparently – I had swung one of the lit chains right into my right eye. The fragment I remember is when I was covering one eye and then the other and saying something like: “oh look! One eye sees clearly and with the other one it’s all hazy… no but, no problem, I don’t mind!” I can suppose that my friends were quite shocked so they immediately took me to the nearest place for help – to the fire station. There I remember that young firemen put me into their truck and closed the doors and looked at my eye. When it was time to leave I had refused to get off the bed and out of the truck. I can imagine that the firemen had quite a few laughs on my account that evening. Oh well.
Next destination – first-aid station at the hospital. As soon as I heard that I was being taken (yeah, I couldn’t really walk alone) to the hospital, I started crying. Fred told me later that I had brought the disappearance of my favourite hippie-bus as an excuse for my tears. I think that the real reason was (even though I still wasn’t too sober) that I finally started to realise the seriousness of my situation – I couldn’t see well with my right eye!!!
In the hospital, as I vaguely remember, they looked into my eye with this light-machine-thingy, then they made me read letters from a board with my good eye (which wasn’t all that easy because the world seemed a bit hazy even with that eye) and then they stuck me up with eye drops and cream and Fred knows what else…
I think (or at least I hope) that on the way home I was quiet and humble, on the name of all the embarrassment I had caused to Fred and not mentioning myself… So now I’ve had to put stuff in my hurting eye about every four hours every day and quit alcohol (not only because of the eye). The traces of what I did are still there even though I don’t remember doing it. My eye lashes are about half the length they should be and I already removed the part of my scorched hair around the eye.
I have no idea what I would have done without Fred who practically carried me from one place to another and then put cream into my damaged eye. One other thing to thank is my outrageous luck that let me get away with just a superficial burn. I can still see!
Anyways, can you imagine anyone doing anything more fucking stupid than that? Well ok, maybe after an effort… But: “the bus is gone!”??? Geez!
