Disaster at Belle Isle

I recently joined a club focusing on the environment called “Verde.” The club is striving to complete a community garden on the Monroe Park Campus as well as other environmentally friendly ideas.

About two weeks ago there was an event called “The Belle Isle Clean Up” which involved picking up trash that was floating around the Belle Isle area. My friend and I woke up early that morning and traveled down Laurel St. to the James River. The sky appeared gloomy but I had not looked at my weather so I had no idea how much rain to expect. Once we received our trash bags and gloves, we  hopped out onto the vast display of rocks. Probably five minutes after we started, the rain came with no mercy. Anyone with common sense would not walk on rocks while raining because they become slippery but it was so early in the morning we both were not functioning correctly. As I reached for an empty beer bottle (c’mon people the sign says no glass bottles) I hear a loud splash and already know what to expect when I turn around. My friend is completely soaked and trying to get up after slipping into a shallow pool of water. We both laughed hysterically at what happened, but soon our laughs turned to sheer horror as she raised her hand up and her glove was bright red. Blood was soon gushing everywhere and it resembled a cheap horror movie where two girls are lost in nature and are attacked by rocks?  I began to look frantically for something she could use to apply pressure to her wound. The only thing in my bag was a clean pair of underwear (no idea where that came from). I said goodbye to one of my favorite pairs, and she put it on her hand. Finding a bandaid was probably another good idea at the moment so we went to the other members of the club to see if they had anything, and sadly nothing. That meant we had to take the long horrible walk back to campus….oh and it was still raining much to our dismay.  Many blocks later, we reached my dorm and of course it was still raining. My friend felt light headed so we went up to my dorm, and I cleaned her wound as she ate a few granola bars. Since the James is not the cleanest river in the world, we figured going to the MCV campus to get it checked out was best. One campus connector later, we arrived at the ER. The nurse who we met with first mentioned that my friend could get tetanus and it was fatal, then sent us to the waiting room for hours. The tension in the waiting room was to the roof. There were three people there for a hernia, one person with a tooth ache, and four people who were in car accidents.  No one was being called, and as hours passed by, people were not too happy with the slow service. After one guy was escorted out by police for throwing an ice pack at a nurse, we knew it was becoming a dangerous environment. Finally after five hours of waiting we were called and then had to wait another two hours in the actual room. Finally a nurse came in and told us that all she needed was a tetanus shot and some glue on her hand and we could go. That small procedure took another hour and a half and then we were finally free to go. Extremely tired and hungry,  we left the the hospital only to find that it was raining outside!