Rant Number 1:
The other day, I fainted for the first time ever.
A few days ago, Meghan and I decided to meet each other halfway in town so we could hang out. It was a lot more humid than we both expected. When we got back to my house, I was really really thirsty and I was also sweating. So, I decided to change my clothes quick then grab a drink. While looking for a drink/something to eat, I slammed my finger in the fridge, of course. Then I proceed to open it again, I saw black spots everywhere, but I ignored it because that sometimes happens. The next thing I know, I'm sitting on the floor with my head resting against my arms and all I see is black. I sit there for a moment thinking I was in bed, this is a dream, right? No. I finally wake up and see Meghan saying "JENNA!" with relief. At the time my phone was also ringing. Usually, I wake up in the mornings to my phone ringing so that might have nudged me awake. (It was a text message from Jolene by the way. hehe.)
I got up and started freaking out, I asked Meghan if I just fainted and she said yes. I ran up to the bathroom and splashed water on my face and made sure it wasn't a dream. Sure enough, I was awake. A few seconds later, my mom came home for lunch and I told her what happened. She started to freak out and I put a calm face on telling her I'm fine and that there is nothing to worry about. Then when she left the room to call a doctor, I started to cry. I figured it was dehydration that made me faint, but it's never happened before, I guess it was understandable to cry.
So, my mom decided to take me to the emergency room and Meghan came with us. They took us in right away and a nurse lady asked me a few questions but I started to cry again. Then they sent me into a room with my mom and Meghan and we waited for the nurse and doctor to come in. A nurse came in to put fluids in my arm and to take some blood for blood tests. She tried my left arm, couldn't find a visible vein. She tried the left arm, poked it this time and it didn't work. She sent a different nurse to try to get some blood out of me. She tried my hand, poked me, didn't work. The 3rd nurse came in and got a needle my right arm right away. Gah!
The whole time in that room, I tired to keep a positive attitude and I did. I cracked jokes and tried to make Meghan and my mom laugh rather than worry. Soon enough, (meaning a few hours later) the doctor came in and told me I was normal. Go figure! All I needed to do was keep hydrated and try not to slam my fingers in places so much.
Despite the fact I was okay, that fainting moment still scared the crap out of me. Now fainting is on my list of fears.
Rant Number 2:
This is my official rant about concerts.
Let's start out with mentioning how much I love concerts. Live music is something that everyone needs to experience. Everyone who attends concerts has something in common. We all experience the power of the music, sing along, and have a good time (for the most part).
In my short 18 (almost 19) years on earth, I have experienced a variety of concerts. I've been to huge arenas and tiny bars. I've seen bands perform crappy rap, to ska, to rock, to boy bands, to oldies, and a crap load more. I usually have a pretty good time at concerts, I try to ignore the idiots, the drunk people, the complaining parents in the mosh pit, etc. When going to a concert, you have to be prepared for almost anything.
Last night, I saw the Dave Matthews Band live at SPAC for the first time. Since DMB is pretty freakin popular, we were stuck with getting lawn tickets. But lawn tickets are no problem, there's huge screens to see the concert from and you can still see the stage.
Going to a DMB concert, I should have expected the pot, the smoke, and the beer and I kind of did. I just didn't expect people to be so rude about it. Oh, boys and girls found their way to sneak pot and bowls into SPAC and get high off their asses all night. People found ways to sneak beer in and spend $10 a cup there, drink until they pass out, then security guards would have to wake them up. People founds ways to be complete jerk faces on the field and not let people pass by.
Ryan and I decided to get closer to the band while having these lawn tickets. So, we moved closer to the point where it felt like we were actually in the mosh pit. In every direction we turned there were people smoking cigarettes and pot then proceeding to blow it right into our faces. By the end of the night, my lungs felt all asdkasdasjd and I thought...if this is what I would feel like after smoking/getting high then I would never do it. It's stupid.
By the middle of the show, Ryan and I decided to head back up to the seats where my mom and John sat. Oh, and there was a passed out drunk guy right behind us, yup, hopefully he didn't get stepped on. What a good way to spend $50 per ticket, man.
Despite human beings, the Dave Matthews Band put on a pretty amazing show. They defiantly gave us our moneys worth. They played for 2 and a half ours with plenty of entertainment and solos attached. And, along with every other concert I go to, there was that hint of feeling infinite for a few moments. Truly happy with no worries attached. That moment lasted for a few seconds, but it was amazing nonetheless.
bah! This blog is long enough. This concert rant isn't as nearly as what I can really say about people at concerts, but it will do for now.
byeee.
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