Dear John...

To:

John H. Watson, M.D.

Doctor Watson, I went into ER today. I looked for you. I was highly disappointed to find that you were not working. No doctor could ever match up to you in my eyes.

Yours truly,

Naiesha.

Well, that is true, that little paragraph. Mom and I were taken to the ER via ambulance today. Nothing really bad... Ended with a bad bump on my head (I thought I had a concussion, but apparently not, thank goodness!) and a broken nose for Mother. Okay, well, that doesn't exactly sound not bad, but... you know.

I was fine, Mum was fine, and I was left saying 'Oh my goodness, is my head going to turn purple for the parade on Saturday because then I'm going to look stupid if it does!' On top of the occasional, 'Where's John?' because a) I'm a dork and b) I was bored. (For those who don't get it, John was Sherlock Holmes' assistant/companion/doctor.)

So, it was cold in the hospital, but the ambulance ride was mildly intriguing. I never, ever want to be a doctor (and never, ever want to be back in an ambulance, knock on wood), but a lot in the field still interests me. Considering that I was fully awake and functioning, I was just kinda... looking. At everything. And laughing at the air conditioner because it made a funny noise and the EMT probably thought I was a bit barmy, but that's me.

So, I'm not going to go into details; it's all so terribly stupid about what happened, Mum keeps explaining it to family, and I keep laughing. Let's just say the thunderstorms this morning caused a big bang. In more ways than one...

Anyhoo, that's the mild update of my life. My head hurts. If you happen to see that I have a purple/blackish/blueish thing on my head during the parade, just wave and smile. ;D Me, personally, I'll be waving back and then looking for the EMT that took us in- she'll be running in the 5K.

Interesting day. And it's only two o' clock. Here's hoping for fun later on! (Of the good kind.)