Drove me home from emergency room.
Backstory“Do you have a room yet?” my boss texted me. I didn’t have a strong enough cell signal in the ER to answer her calls.
“10 minutes. Do you need lunch?”
My stomach growled. “Yes please.”
I had to accept Orly’s offer of help. I’d already told my coworker Michelle, who’d found me slumped over and passed out, to stay at the office. I felt guilty and embarrassed. But having lived in LA for only six months, I didn’t have any close friends to call.
I'd also only been at my job two months. I didn't even consider it a real job: it was a temporary assignment. Though my boss had already asked me to stay longer, I’d been playing hard to get.
Sitting at a desk all day had made me antsy for adventure, so I’d booked a weekend trip to California’s Eastern Sierra region to canoe Mono Lake and wander the streets of Bodie ghost town, where no amount of stabilization by the state parks system could’ve prevented me from running straight into a disembodied door frame, not noticing its low clearance with no actual building standing around it. I knew I’d given myself a goose-egg on the forehead, and I knew it was the type of impact that could cause a concussion, but I felt OK for the rest of the day, so I dismissed it.
Monday at work, my headache worsened. Nausea arose. Dizziness prevailed. And before I could call out for help, I was out.
Orly arrived to the emergency room to find me dressed, dismissed by the doctor, and ready to depart. She sat me down and fed me. She begged me to come home with her so I wouldn’t have to be alone.
“I think I’d rather sleep in my own bed…” I said, still disoriented and a bit delirious.
“OK well, I’m not driving you to your car, I’m driving you home.”
At my building, Orly pleaded with me to take care, to check in hourly, and to come home with her if I felt worse. “Sandi,” she said, “We have to get you insurance. Regardless of whether you stay with us or not, we have to get you insured.”
“I want to stay,” I said, grateful, overwhelmed. “I feel so lucky to have you in my life.”
“OK, good, call me in an hour,” Orly said with a smile.