mamamusings: July 8, 2003

elizabeth lane lawley's thoughts on technology, academia, family, and tangential topics

Tuesday, 8 July 2003

ambulance chasing at supernova

So, I’m at Supernova, which is being massively blogged (see the conference blog, David Weinberger, etc for real-time coverage).

I, however, am much too tired to be listening carefully, let alone real-time blogging. Why am I so tired? You probably think I was out late, belly-dancing at Joi’s party. Nope. In fact, Halley and I left the party early, since we were tired. A funny thing happened on our way to catch a cab, however.

After waiting much too long for a cab on King Street, we decided to walk down King Street to find one at the metro stop, joined by Paddy Holahan, a nice Irish gentleman who’d been at the party, too. When we got to the stop, there was a line of cabs…but we were on the wrong side of a wire fence, about 3-1/2’ high. Halley and Paddy decided to climb the fence. Being the less adventurous sort, myself (and about a foot shorter than either of them), I decided to walk around.

By the time I got around the fence to them, Halley was limping. Apparently she’d tossed her (spiky-heeled) shoes over the fence first, then hopped over…right onto the heel of her upside-down shoe. Yeah. Ouch.

“When was the last time you had a tetanus shot,” I asked. She couldn’t remember. Uh-oh.

Got to the hotel, and the assistant manager grabbed a first aid kit and took a look. A short look. After which he suggested it was time to call the EMTs. He was right…it was a nasty puncture wound. A few minutes later, three delightful EMTs showed up in a big-ass ambulance. Next thing I knew, I was in the front seat, Halley was in the back on a stretcher, and we were on our way to Arlington Hospital. That was around 11pm.

At 3am, they finally wheeled Halley back out of the ER, heavily drugged on Percodan, and unable to walk. We called a cab (which the hotel gave us a voucher for!), and we were back in the Hyatt at 3:30am, where they even provided her with a wheelchair.

Ever the go-to girl, however, at 8am I dragged my sorry self out of bed, grabbed some coffee, and ended up sitting between Joi Ito and Sam Ruby.

Now Clay’s talking, and it’s (unsurprisingly) entertaining and interesting enough that it’s almost penetrating my sleep-deprived brain. Sure hope the blogging accounts fill in the content blanks for me later, once I’ve had enough caffeine to be rational.

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