Life Is Like A Merry Go Round Painted Horses Riding Up And Down
Ok, my friend T is getting on my last nerve. I say with exhaustion, completely emotionless after having watched Torchwood Day 4 and having been up all night dividing my time between crawling around in the rock salt mines underneath Detroit packing shotgun shells with salt and scouring the internet for the location of one Russell T. Davies so I can hunt him down and blast him with said rounds of salt. Although, since believe it or not I still don't have a passport I also spent time forging one. Lol. Kidding. About all of that...Maybe...
I know, I really need to get a passport. What happens if I have to go to Canada? After...you know...stalking and terrorizing RTD into fixing things...or something...if he hasn't already in Day 5...
Unless I use all my rounds on my friend T, the one who keeps waffling back & forth between "Oh GAWD I'M DYING, I'M IN HELL, ON THE RACK AND ALASTAIR HIMSELF IS TORTURING ME AND PLEASE I NEED TO SEE A DR!!!" to "Oh, yeah. Just needed a little water. I'm so ok I could enter a hot dog or cheese block eating contest."
Yeah. Last night he contacted me in crying pain again. Said he is DEFINITELY going to a Dr today. After an hour or so of thinking it was his stomach, again, but "all he had to eat was a hamburger, some carrots and mashed potatoes & gravy", he finally tells me it's his lower back and his lower abdomen. He asked me if I've ever had such GAWDAWFUL pain in my lower back & abdomen. I guess he thought I was going to say no, & agree that, yeah, THIS IS SERIOUS STUFF. I texted him back with, Oh yeah, the first few days of my period every month. Except my month seems to be about every 20 days which totally sucks. And that there isn't an OTC anything that helps. Yeah, I know TMI.
I asked him if he might be constipated. No. We've ruled out Urinary Tract Infection. No trouble urinating, absolutely no pain. Possibly not his prostrate. But I don't know. Was just trying to rule out the obvious.
He also told me he did not, in fact, "send those pills back in hopes of getting a refund" and that he will take them to the Dr. I was going to tell him anyway that he'd have to tell the Dr about having taken them.
He wants to go around 2:00 PM ET today. I suspect I will get to his apt around noon or so & find him sleeping. Wake his ass up and he tells me he is fine & dandy. Just had to...you know...fart. Or something. And now he's all better. In which case he gets a L. Jethro Gibbs style smack to the back of his head. Unless I use my fist...or...idk...a cast iron skillet if they happen to have one in their apt. Kidding. Sort of.
*sigh*
I know, I really need to get a passport. What happens if I have to go to Canada? After...you know...stalking and terrorizing RTD into fixing things...or something...if he hasn't already in Day 5...
Unless I use all my rounds on my friend T, the one who keeps waffling back & forth between "Oh GAWD I'M DYING, I'M IN HELL, ON THE RACK AND ALASTAIR HIMSELF IS TORTURING ME AND PLEASE I NEED TO SEE A DR!!!" to "Oh, yeah. Just needed a little water. I'm so ok I could enter a hot dog or cheese block eating contest."
Yeah. Last night he contacted me in crying pain again. Said he is DEFINITELY going to a Dr today. After an hour or so of thinking it was his stomach, again, but "all he had to eat was a hamburger, some carrots and mashed potatoes & gravy", he finally tells me it's his lower back and his lower abdomen. He asked me if I've ever had such GAWDAWFUL pain in my lower back & abdomen. I guess he thought I was going to say no, & agree that, yeah, THIS IS SERIOUS STUFF. I texted him back with, Oh yeah, the first few days of my period every month. Except my month seems to be about every 20 days which totally sucks. And that there isn't an OTC anything that helps. Yeah, I know TMI.
I asked him if he might be constipated. No. We've ruled out Urinary Tract Infection. No trouble urinating, absolutely no pain. Possibly not his prostrate. But I don't know. Was just trying to rule out the obvious.
He also told me he did not, in fact, "send those pills back in hopes of getting a refund" and that he will take them to the Dr. I was going to tell him anyway that he'd have to tell the Dr about having taken them.
He wants to go around 2:00 PM ET today. I suspect I will get to his apt around noon or so & find him sleeping. Wake his ass up and he tells me he is fine & dandy. Just had to...you know...fart. Or something. And now he's all better. In which case he gets a L. Jethro Gibbs style smack to the back of his head. Unless I use my fist...or...idk...a cast iron skillet if they happen to have one in their apt. Kidding. Sort of.
*sigh*