however, outside
my drama Richter scale. I did not appreciate her attitude, or the fact that I was on the receiving end of her
impatience, today. My body was already starting to ache all over and I felt a bit weird and shaky. I really needed to
eat and lay down.
As I entered the penthouse, I gave Joe a one-armed hug and thanked him, again. I saw him an hour later
when he walked in with my carryon and two of the show executives. I had my arm propped up on a pillow and a
plate of food next to me. Heidi had taken pity on me and ordered room service. It felt lame, but suddenly, I
wanted my mom.
“Well, Hannah, you look a little beat up today.” A producer, whose name I couldn’t remember,
commented.
“Yea, I am hurting a bit. Perhaps I shouldn’t have argued about going to the hospital. I am hoping I didn’t
crack a rib on the way down.” I said honestly. I was really hurting now and losing my stubbornness with every
passing moment.
“Well we were hoping to get you looked at more thoroughly. We have a car waiting downstairs that can
get you there. Is there anything you would like to take with you?” I thought a sec, really nothing besides my mom,
my new boyfriend and 4 boxes of tissue to go with my pity party. I was fighting it off mentally.
“Just my purse please, but can you make sure that Janette knows that I am okay? I don’t want her to
worry.” I said it all with my eyes closed. I was very woozy.
“I will let Heidi know. She will take care of everything.” They helped me out of bed and set me up in a
wheelchair. A wheelchair …and wheeled me out. The few girls in the place were very interested in what had
happened and I saw Danielle standing with them. I distinctly heard her loud whisper.
“Drama queen!”
I stopped caring. My arm had bled through my bandage, my left hip and side were throbbing and burning so
badly, I could not concentrate on anything but not crying. The cameras tagged along for the brilliant TV moment of
me feeling miserable and alone.
Hurray.
The hospital experience was pretty typical. They removed the emergency bandage on my arm, and cleaned
out the wound. I got a good look as they tweezed out slivers from the wooden cheese cart. They gave me a few
stitches and some painkillers which helped with the pain.
They gave me x-rays and ruled out any fractures and did a full body scan to also rule out any internal
injuries. I thought that was overdoing it, but my guess was the show was covering their backs in case something
went wrong later. I assumed they did not want a lawsuit for being stingy with providing health care to a contestant.
I thanked all the doctors, nurses and lab techs, generously, to make sure they knew I appreciated the extra care.
Since I didn’t have family with me I appreciated that everyone was being extra nice to me. I was sure the cameras
helped to get everyone into their best bedside manner routine.
They gave me a prescription for painkillers for a few days and furnished me with suggestions for making
myself comfortable with the serious bruises I had. They didn’t want me to get my arm wet for a few days. I was
instructed to wrap it up to shower or take a bath. They planned on sending a nurse to remove the stitches, later.
The show would have a nurse check on me every day. I could only hope that would be off camera.
I arrived back at the hotel after dark, with another escort. The show’s producers were waiting in the
penthouse living room. There was a fire crackling in the fireplace and the wall of windows’ view of the city lights of
London was impressive.
Or perhaps my painkillers were kicking in to the next level . I mused.
“Come, sit, Hannah.” The same guy spoke to me, again. I really wished I could remember names better.
“Thank you.” I was easing myself down using one arm. They gave me a sling for my left arm but it was
already annoying me, it wasn’t broken, seriously people.
“We have just finished the meeting with all the show producers and
my drama Richter scale. I did not appreciate her attitude, or the fact that I was on the receiving end of her
impatience, today. My body was already starting to ache all over and I felt a bit weird and shaky. I really needed to
eat and lay down.
As I entered the penthouse, I gave Joe a one-armed hug and thanked him, again. I saw him an hour later
when he walked in with my carryon and two of the show executives. I had my arm propped up on a pillow and a
plate of food next to me. Heidi had taken pity on me and ordered room service. It felt lame, but suddenly, I
wanted my mom.
“Well, Hannah, you look a little beat up today.” A producer, whose name I couldn’t remember,
commented.
“Yea, I am hurting a bit. Perhaps I shouldn’t have argued about going to the hospital. I am hoping I didn’t
crack a rib on the way down.” I said honestly. I was really hurting now and losing my stubbornness with every
passing moment.
“Well we were hoping to get you looked at more thoroughly. We have a car waiting downstairs that can
get you there. Is there anything you would like to take with you?” I thought a sec, really nothing besides my mom,
my new boyfriend and 4 boxes of tissue to go with my pity party. I was fighting it off mentally.
“Just my purse please, but can you make sure that Janette knows that I am okay? I don’t want her to
worry.” I said it all with my eyes closed. I was very woozy.
“I will let Heidi know. She will take care of everything.” They helped me out of bed and set me up in a
wheelchair. A wheelchair …and wheeled me out. The few girls in the place were very interested in what had
happened and I saw Danielle standing with them. I distinctly heard her loud whisper.
“Drama queen!”
I stopped caring. My arm had bled through my bandage, my left hip and side were throbbing and burning so
badly, I could not concentrate on anything but not crying. The cameras tagged along for the brilliant TV moment of
me feeling miserable and alone.
Hurray.
The hospital experience was pretty typical. They removed the emergency bandage on my arm, and cleaned
out the wound. I got a good look as they tweezed out slivers from the wooden cheese cart. They gave me a few
stitches and some painkillers which helped with the pain.
They gave me x-rays and ruled out any fractures and did a full body scan to also rule out any internal
injuries. I thought that was overdoing it, but my guess was the show was covering their backs in case something
went wrong later. I assumed they did not want a lawsuit for being stingy with providing health care to a contestant.
I thanked all the doctors, nurses and lab techs, generously, to make sure they knew I appreciated the extra care.
Since I didn’t have family with me I appreciated that everyone was being extra nice to me. I was sure the cameras
helped to get everyone into their best bedside manner routine.
They gave me a prescription for painkillers for a few days and furnished me with suggestions for making
myself comfortable with the serious bruises I had. They didn’t want me to get my arm wet for a few days. I was
instructed to wrap it up to shower or take a bath. They planned on sending a nurse to remove the stitches, later.
The show would have a nurse check on me every day. I could only hope that would be off camera.
I arrived back at the hotel after dark, with another escort. The show’s producers were waiting in the
penthouse living room. There was a fire crackling in the fireplace and the wall of windows’ view of the city lights of
London was impressive.
Or perhaps my painkillers were kicking in to the next level . I mused.
“Come, sit, Hannah.” The same guy spoke to me, again. I really wished I could remember names better.
“Thank you.” I was easing myself down using one arm. They gave me a sling for my left arm but it was
already annoying me, it wasn’t broken, seriously people.
“We have just finished the meeting with all the show producers and
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