I'm not into the idea of me without you...

Today was a weird one.... In a good way. I guess. It's hard to explain, but I'm going to try.

I was a "victim" in the emergency response test that my college town had today. Actually, it happened on campus, so I guess it was just the college...but everyone else was there too, like the ambulances and firefighters and yeah...everyone.

When I got to the campus center at 8:30 this morning, they gave all 17 of us victims a tag. Mine said that I had no breath sounds on my left side, was making gurgling noises, was confused, and was reluctant to follow instructions. So they made me really pale (as if I wasn't pale already) and gave me some blood splatters around my mouth... and later sprayed me with this water and glycerin mixture to make me look sweaty. One of my favorite moments of the day was going out to the bathroom to check out how I looked. (Some people had huge gashes into their foreheads and some had burns, ect.) While I was walking, a boy scout looked at me and asked, "Woah, did you get punched?" No, and I laughed. Then he turned to one of his fellow scouts and said, "Man, I should have brought my first aid kit!" I laughed then, but now I hope that someday he carries that enthusiasm for helping people (sort of?) into his life. Maybe he'll be a doctor someday.

Then the put us in our places, I was sitting against a wall. The first responders were boy scouts, I think that mine was terrified of me. He kept saying that everything was going to be okay, quietly, and scooting back. He may have been whiter than I was, but I can't be sure. I wanted to reassure him, but I couldn't. I talked to several boy scouts actually. I was one of the only people in my area talking/able to talk. So, because I was supposed to be confused, and the gurgling was not pleasant, I kept asking if other people were okay. It was kind of silly, because I knew what everyone's injuries were, basically. I knew Dottie was actually dead. I knew that Alicia would be okay.

One of the older scouts came over to check on me when he realized the 12 year old wasn't doing much talking to try and keep me calm. He told me to take a deep breath and count the ceiling tiles... first of all, I had told him I couldn't breathe well, that was on the card. Anyways. I told him I didn't like counting, I wasn't a math major. ha. I was just being difficult. And now, a moment of reflection. How many times has God "checked on me" and said to me, "Anna, be still, and know that I am here. Count the tiles while I take care of you. Be calm." And I said, "God, I don't like being still, I don't like being calm. And dang it, I don't like counting!" Had I actually counted the tiles, I would have probably felt better. 

That scout must have gone and got another one to sit with me. This new one, Evan, sat with me for quite a while. He was 17, going to get his Eagle Scout hopefully, so I told him that my brother was his age and getting his Eagle.  If I hadn't been a victim I probably would have actually enjoyed that conversation. The weird thing? He had a beard. A legit beard. How does that happen to a 17 year old? I guess my brother is just particularly baby faced... hm. Needless to say, I thought Evan was older than he was. He was actually a comfort... Because he didn't look terrified. And when I asked him if the other scout was his boss, I think I heard laughter in his voice when he told me, "No, he just knows more about what is going on." I wanted to laugh. But I couldn't break character.

At about the same time, one of the ladies from Noah's Rescue, the crisis dog center, came up to me with her dog Bella. She stayed with me for the remainder of my time on the floor. She kept me distracted, and it was actually hard for me to be stressed out when that dog was there, she was so calming. I saw them loading Dottie up onto a gurney, and I don't know if I screamed or just yelled, but I know I said, "I think she's dead! Oh my God, she's dead!" And I actually cried. I wasn't expecting it, but it happened. And those tears felt good. I cried while Darcy, Bella's handler, stroked my hair and told me everything was going to be okay. I know she was talking about the scenario, but I felt it resonate deep within. As I cried and felt God whispering to my soul, "I told you I would take care of you, didn't you believe me? It's okay to cry, I'm picking up the pieces."  I was finally able to act the way I had been feeling inside for the past couple weeks, confused and finding it hard to breathe. 


Finally, after about twenty minutes of me waiting after the medical personal arrived (so probably 40 minutes after the drill started) a firefighter woman approached me and asked me what was wrong. I told her I was having a hard time breathing. So she checked my tag and had me lie down without moving my neck or head, I think she assumed a spinal injury, and I was definitely thinking a broken rib had punctured my lung...but whatever, they have to keep all the bases covered. I was still crying a little when she had me laying on the floor. And I heard her get up and tell one of the other firefighters that I was in critical condition and needed to be on the next ambulance. My first thought was, I have been here for forty minutes. If this were real, I would probably already be dead, drowned from my own blood in my lungs. And they spent forever on Dottie, someone who was already dead... I did find out later that they resuscitated her, so that's good.

It's funny, I don't know if this is normal, but when you get that into acting, you actually start to feel the way you're acting. I could feel my breathing changing, and when Bella showed up I could feel it leveling back out. They did finally get loaded up on a gurney and taken out to an ambulance.

When we got outside, it was still snowing. I was laying on my back and it was snowing on my face. It was a new experience. And it was beautiful. If I hadn't been terrified of them dropping me, I probably would have enjoyed that moment. I ask/tell my firefighter "Is it snowing? It's beautiful..." I also told him several times not to drop me. I do that to God, too. "Don't drop me, Lord. I'm scared of falling." And He tells me, "I would never drop you. Look at this snow. I made it to make you calm. You asked for the rain, and I gave you something far more beautiful."


And then I got to the hospital and it was all good. I know, lame ending. But the test wasn't about the doctors being competent but about the system working. Bella and Darcy stayed with me all the way to the hospital. I loved them both for that.

The moral of this story? I was able to throw myself into this acting job, my first ever. And I was able to release a lot of emotions that I have been bottling up for a long time. And it was good. I got back to my room and slept. Purging and refreshing. Thank you, God.

"In the depth of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." (unknown)