Our game plan was to stop in to Boomer Esiason's Stadium Grille in Times Square around 3:30pm to watch the BYU football game. We had researched before hand the sports bars in the area where we could eat and watch the game, and this place sounded fab because it was labeled as a "sports bar for foodies." Obviously I was hoping for a little food entertainment while Brent was content with the sports portion... however. Whoever labeled that place was off their rocker because the menu and food quality was about like Ruby Tuesdays. At least we were watching the game.
In Piano Concerto #1, a girl I had danced with in my summers in New York was a main soloist alongside Gillian Murphy, one of ABT's main dancers. I was so excited to see them together. It was like seeing your old friend from high school playing basketball with the Lakers. Loved it.
Brent kindly dressed me (though, he did forget to add a bra.... so when I was in the hospital it was a little TMI for everyone around. but you know. A small detail... :) Apparently, a doorman came up to the room and waited with Brent for the ambulance to come (the hotel was very nice throughout the whole thing. The same doorman even asked how I was the next day).
But the worst part for me was waking up in the ambulance and being so confused. Not everything came to me right away, so slowly things were piecing together. I felt like I was abducted by aliens for a while. Bright lights, not knowing where I was or how I got there, weird beeps and a buzzing in my ears. Seriously, it was so creepy.
We stayed in the hospital for several hours. Once I came to, they wanted to make sure my blood sugars were stable and that I was doing alright. So they took blood and urine samples and then we had to wait for the results. Everything turned out fine in the end. But what an ordeal.
We still haven't gotten the bills yet from the hospital... so we'll see about that. any guesses? $500? $5,000? Could it be that much? I don't even know.
I just think to myself how I would act in Brent's situation. How can a person prepare for that sort of thing?