Reports of My . . .
Reports of my seizure have been greatly exaggerated; Kellen, Scott, and John can testify that I’m not still twitching. Just so you know, if you ever need to leave chapel, the kind ushers will offer you a great many juice boxes and even let you leave for lunch ahead of the crowd so that you aren’t trampled in your slightly dazed state. And remember, the ancients believed that epilepsy was a visitation of the gods.
Posted 14 Mar. 2006 at 9:01 pm | Permalink
Why don’t you tell us the whole story behind this post….like the fact that you fainted(from what I hear) and why you fainted. HAHAHHAHAHA…I’m sorry, I found it rather hilarious. HAHAHAHAHA
Posted 14 Mar. 2006 at 9:19 pm | Permalink
Hmmm - this does sound interesting!
Posted 14 Mar. 2006 at 11:31 pm | Permalink
Along those lines, I’d like to encourage you to e-mail Lincoln all the pictures of brain surgery you can find floating out there on the Web.
Posted 14 Mar. 2006 at 11:52 pm | Permalink
so you were the guy who had to leave? cool cause you sit almost right in front of me! :)
i coulda sworn you had passed out.
glad to know you are ok!
Posted 15 Mar. 2006 at 9:16 am | Permalink
Well, my son, I am glad to know you were well taken care of. If I was “twitching” in chapel and my choices were epilepsy, sleeping (you know that sensation of falling) and fainting, I’d admit to fainting, as the other two are not good choices. Many a strapping med student has fallen to the floor at the sight of his first cadaver, or confident new doctor during surgery. I am thinking like a mother that something good may come of this, for while the boys are yucking it up with you, girls tend to feel compassionate in such situations and appreciate tender-heartedness in men, so just maybe the girl of your dreams will have seen you “across a crowded room” and finally notice you! We shall see.
And what’s with those ancients? I have also heard them say, “The gods are only with the strong.” How convenient! It’s good to know that our God “gives power to the faint.”
Keep your head down and take deep breaths if the chapel speakers give too many medical details, but just stay awake. I love you!!!
Posted 15 Mar. 2006 at 12:14 pm | Permalink
Well don’t feel alone in this predicament of twitching and fainting. My first job was working with a Foot Surgeon. First big surgery, Ingrown Toenail. Now one would think that is really nothing much. But there I went right to the floor. The doctor put down his instruments lifted me to a chair and feeling very embarrassed, I smiled and apologized and his remark - “Oh that’s OK it happens to the best of us, why I fainted at my first cadaver!” I promptly went back to his side to assist in the surgical procedure and stayed in the business for 23 years.
I do envy you though, with all those sweet things to help you through you crisis
Posted 17 Mar. 2006 at 9:10 am | Permalink
Lincoln, do you realize the popularity you’ve just achieved for yourself? Instead of being “Lincoln Mullen, that debate guy” you’re now “Lincoln Mullen, that kid who passed out in chapel and argued with the ushers”. (Ok, so maybe it’s just a longer title . . .) BUT, I do know that Collegian staffers are hoping to make it a verb. I can see it now, “That was so gross I almost Lincolned.”
Posted 17 Mar. 2006 at 10:57 am | Permalink
Yes, thank you for pointing that out, Audrey. My five minute performance in chapel brought me more recognition than four year’s work as Vintage literary editor and editor, intercollegiate debater, inter-society debater, and participant in public speaking competitions. Ambitious freshman should skip the work and take the fast track.
Posted 6 Feb. 2007 at 9:46 am | Permalink
those were the good ‘ol days!! ;)