Sunday through Tuesday

Things were rough for the next two days. I couldn't talk to anyone. I was in constant contact with Susan who got up to NY Sunday night. Nicole had apparently fallen off her 5 story apartment building while trying to scale down to a window.  The super had miraculously seen her 8 hours later on a Saturday and called the cops. Harlem hospital was luckily right across the street. Sunday she was transported over to New York Presbyterian which is one of the nations best neurological hospitals in the world. From what I knew Sunday, she had broken a bone in her upper neck, one in her lumbar, most of her ribs on one side, her pelvis, but no head trauma or internal bleeding (a little in her lungs), but that she had miraculously survived after 8 hours is a miracle. I was hysterical and couldn't be around anyone. I got together with Jaymee for lunch and after that I shut myself in my studio. Whitney came by later and so did Jef. I was up late trying to numb my head and not cry. We made Nicole artwork and Jef and I made her a funny square box that she could touch to get people to get her something. I really just cried and tried to fill my life with aimless work to forget. I couldn't go to church, people that cared for me just made me sad. I was also very very nervous about the weather. My flight was out on Monday and another damn Hurricane (Gustav) was threatening the coast and New Orleans again. I went to bed very early in the morning.