Me: "Mom, remember how we talked about starting conversations like this with 'I'm fine'? Well, I'M FINE......butIgothitbyamotorcycle."
Me: "But I have no broken bones, a few scrapes and bruises, and one suture in my head. That's it. I'm walking and breathing. I'm fine."
Mom: "....well that's exciting."
So I figured since I've never been to the hospital before, why not check it out and get the full Parisian experience?
All I remember is that I was walking home from the family's apartment Tuesday night a little after nine, walking to the intersection, and then waking up in an ambulence trying to figure out why everyone was speaking French and why exactly I was in Paris. It was one of the more confusing moments in my life.
After 2 nights in the hospital, 2 CT scans and an abdominal ultrasound (and a destroyed Ralph Lauren shirt and a pair of AE jeans), I was free to go, and even without social security or insurance the bill is only 2400 euros (unheard of for uninsured health care in America). If I can work out social security it will be only 400 euros. So I guess I'll have to work that out somehow.
Also, happy birthday Dad, sorry I missed it while I was cooped up in the hospital eating bread and water. I will sent the postcard I bought as soon as I figure out the mail system.
Also, finally went grocery shopping. Fresh food/produce/meat is expensive, but packaged food is really cheap and I only spent 12 euros on a decent amount of food. Oreos here taste funny.
Camembert and Heudbert biscottes as I stare out my window at the Eiffel Tower. It's good to be home (or at least as much of a home as this place can be).