Me and Mike just popped down to visit Rhys form the Blackout in hospital in Torrence, Los Angeles. The story goes that he had food poisoning from a burger he ate from swingers. Made him sick a bunch of times the day they were all due to fly back to the UK after shooting their video. on the bus transiting from the terminal to the aeroplane Rhys passed out and fell out of the door of the bus onto his head. he was taken to hospital and into Intensive Care with a suspected brain hemorrhage. As it turns out me and mike get into the hospital with a copy of rock sound and some malteasers to cheer him up and ask at the counter for Rhys....he's been discharged! we were like "huh? yesterday he was in Intensive care now he's been discharged? there's gotta be a mistake". So, not believing the woman we proceeded to swindle our way through security and all the way into the IC unit armed only with a plastic bag, only to be stopped outside his room and get confirmation that he's been let go. Of course, stupid me asked "so is he ok then?" and the (not very polite) nurse says "well we wouldn't have discharged him is he wasn't would we?" so I reply "well I don't know do I? you Americans have some wacky rules and clearly by my accent I'm not from around here so It's likely that I don't know the exact procedure that warrants a discharge, after all he may have been discharged to a different unit or something, how should I know?" (what I actually said was "like....yeah...welll. seee...." and shrugged alot) She clearly realized her brash comment was undeserved so she quickly apologised before telling us to f#ck off.
After that, Anneka Rice (born Anne Rice, 4 October 1958 in Cowbridge, Vale of Glamorgan) joined us with another clue as to Rhys' whereabouts so mike and me headed over to the Marriott where he was with his family, looking a bit groggy and weak, but doing much better. After a bunch of scans they said he's all good and ready to fly back home in a few days.......all is well that ends well.
Was really gutted and anxious to hear about his accident but very relieved that he's gonna be better soon. Poor kid, first time in LA and all. And i feel bad because I told them all to go to Swingers for a Black and White milkshake. yikes! I said if he'd had been a vegetarian this would never had happened ha! kidding.
So the moral of the story is....You can never predict or prepare where the next unfortunate event is gonna come your way. Of course, if you skate and surf and snowboard and do dangerous sports alot then the chances of injury are higher than if you don't, but there's no guarantee that the simplest unseen thing can proper put you on your arse. So with that said, don't go through life being a pussy and not doing things because you may get hurt....Live your life to the max and make the most of everyday even if it means risking hurting yourself, because at the end of it all something is gonna kill you either way, that is a guarantee! and you can't take anything with you, not even regret so don't let fear of dying prevent you from living!
..and in typical Oliver fashion, to complete the postmodern manifesto with a splash of paradox :- Don't be Irresponsible!!!!!
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