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The high point of everything that’s gone on is I've learned that I can handle the electricity from a downed power line for as long as it takes to sneak up behind someone, lurk a tiny bit, and throw it.
My shirt, on the other hand, couldn’t handle that stunt and became a little bit of a mess. And it probably didn't help if I was dehydrated before that and didn’t realize it.
But my shoes didn’t melt! Maybe because I was levitating most of that time. And Pixie, Catseye, and I managed to survive it all.
I’m told for about thirty minutes my hair resembled a weird mixture of the Bride of Frankenstein and a cartoon character named Freakazoid once everything was over. Not really with the color, just by how big it went. I don’t think I’ve seen Freakazoid before, so I’ll have to find those cartoons. With all the dirt and soot that was in my hair and the dirt that came off my clothes when I walked, I say I was kind of like Pig-Pen at his dirtiest, too.
So basically, it’s dehydration, learning a new bit of what I’m able to do, 9 stitches for a few gashes, a bunch of bruises, a round of antibiotics with fluids, and a hot shower for me. And soup. Lots of soup and a little rest.
My shirt, on the other hand, couldn’t handle that stunt and became a little bit of a mess. And it probably didn't help if I was dehydrated before that and didn’t realize it.
But my shoes didn’t melt! Maybe because I was levitating most of that time. And Pixie, Catseye, and I managed to survive it all.
I’m told for about thirty minutes my hair resembled a weird mixture of the Bride of Frankenstein and a cartoon character named Freakazoid once everything was over. Not really with the color, just by how big it went. I don’t think I’ve seen Freakazoid before, so I’ll have to find those cartoons. With all the dirt and soot that was in my hair and the dirt that came off my clothes when I walked, I say I was kind of like Pig-Pen at his dirtiest, too.
So basically, it’s dehydration, learning a new bit of what I’m able to do, 9 stitches for a few gashes, a bunch of bruises, a round of antibiotics with fluids, and a hot shower for me. And soup. Lots of soup and a little rest.
