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Three weekends ago it was the weekend to abuse myself. Spent all night Friday on mushrooms, slept for two hours before spending four hours playing slowpitch in the extreme +30 heat and then decided to finish a bottle of Canadian Club. Crazy you think? I wouldn't normally think so, not something that I can't do, but this time it was different. I only ate a sandwich before ball and was so excited to start drinking I chose not to eat, and wait until later when I could eat with someone else (Warren was away on a fishing trip).
This never ended up happening, I got so caught up drinking and watching Sarah Silverman on the computer that next thing I knew we were playing drinking games and I was getting too drunk to notice I was even hungry. I left the bar early, Brett lives really close by so I walked to his house, by myself, gone.
I suppose this is what happened but most of the night from the bar on is blocked from my memory, I do, however, remember the walk to Bretts.
I was told that I was sleeping on the couch when everyone returned, someone apparently asked me for my blanket and I gave it to them and grumpily walked into the kitchen and attempted to get downstairs. Now this is an older house and to get to the basement you have to lift up a hatch in the floor and climb down the ladder like stairs. This didn't work for me while I was drunk as I think I missed some of the stairs. Anyways I woke up throwing up and in imense pain.
I spent all of Sunday hobling around in pain hoping that it would get better for work. It still wasn't better for work and they decided that I should go to the hospital. That's where I met Josh Leavitt lvl 3/ protective services, fire man/ paramedic (another story). I spent most of the morning in the hospital to find out that nothing was wrong with me and that my ankle was perfectly fine. Ugh. To top it off when I got back I found out that since my injury occured not during work hours I would have to make up the time that I spent at the hospital.
Ugh.
So I figured that they'd forget. Boy was I wrong. I've heard about it for the last three days. So tomorrow I'm going to work a 12 hour shift to get them off my back.
Four of the tweleve hours that I will be making up will most likely be spent in front of my computer reading various wikipedia articles, reading the office transcripts or even trying to watch episodes of the real world. And I'm going to snack on chocolate to make everything go better.
Oh dreamy.
This never ended up happening, I got so caught up drinking and watching Sarah Silverman on the computer that next thing I knew we were playing drinking games and I was getting too drunk to notice I was even hungry. I left the bar early, Brett lives really close by so I walked to his house, by myself, gone.
I suppose this is what happened but most of the night from the bar on is blocked from my memory, I do, however, remember the walk to Bretts.
I was told that I was sleeping on the couch when everyone returned, someone apparently asked me for my blanket and I gave it to them and grumpily walked into the kitchen and attempted to get downstairs. Now this is an older house and to get to the basement you have to lift up a hatch in the floor and climb down the ladder like stairs. This didn't work for me while I was drunk as I think I missed some of the stairs. Anyways I woke up throwing up and in imense pain.
I spent all of Sunday hobling around in pain hoping that it would get better for work. It still wasn't better for work and they decided that I should go to the hospital. That's where I met Josh Leavitt lvl 3/ protective services, fire man/ paramedic (another story). I spent most of the morning in the hospital to find out that nothing was wrong with me and that my ankle was perfectly fine. Ugh. To top it off when I got back I found out that since my injury occured not during work hours I would have to make up the time that I spent at the hospital.
Ugh.
So I figured that they'd forget. Boy was I wrong. I've heard about it for the last three days. So tomorrow I'm going to work a 12 hour shift to get them off my back.
Four of the tweleve hours that I will be making up will most likely be spent in front of my computer reading various wikipedia articles, reading the office transcripts or even trying to watch episodes of the real world. And I'm going to snack on chocolate to make everything go better.
Oh dreamy.