good week i thnk
well since last week's 'near death' experience in the hospital i kinda turned my work ethics around. i know what you are thinking (yes you). i didn't have an epiphany or anything of that jank while i was in shock. it was probably just the good sleep, cos vishnu knows i don't get sleep here in this tropical paradise. i could go into why that's my fault but you already know. don't kid yourself.
Kristen you're drunk, lol.
back to my story. so there i was in the hospital bed, my face covered in crimson (kinda like gators vs. the tide) as i lay in the most uncomfortable slicing board position with thousand gauge needle jammed up my arm. i notice the large nurse waddle over to my torture rack and inject my iv with some kind of pain killer and before i finish saying "no!" i just smile and drool at her. and it was in this state which i pondered "that was an interesting morph technique miss alyssa milano." You get the jist of the situation. And no, i have no idea what awful pickup lines i laid on this poor woman but i'm sure she went home elated. Zombified, i managed to get my way back on base in leiu of transportation by my first line sergeant, nice dude. nice enough to crank up the bass in his durango enough to smick smack me from my drunken opus and back into ear-splitting reality..... and we arrive back on base at yet another hospital. i'm all smiles, you realize. i sit in the waiting room for the lesser half of a millenia and come to find out that i have a bleeding ear. THANK YOU DR. MARIO. YES! i just waited in practically unbearable pain for this blonde-headed genius to inform me i went into shock from blood loss. now it could be me, but i believe she figured this one out on her own. so i couldn't go anywhere last weekend, which sucked, but hey that's a weekend who cares, right? It's about to be tuesday and i'm not tired, which is how i came up with the time to bore you once more for somewhere in between 15-20 minutes. but i do so love you and your considerations, so continue to read, and i'll continue to post. outtie.
Kristen you're drunk, lol.
back to my story. so there i was in the hospital bed, my face covered in crimson (kinda like gators vs. the tide) as i lay in the most uncomfortable slicing board position with thousand gauge needle jammed up my arm. i notice the large nurse waddle over to my torture rack and inject my iv with some kind of pain killer and before i finish saying "no!" i just smile and drool at her. and it was in this state which i pondered "that was an interesting morph technique miss alyssa milano." You get the jist of the situation. And no, i have no idea what awful pickup lines i laid on this poor woman but i'm sure she went home elated. Zombified, i managed to get my way back on base in leiu of transportation by my first line sergeant, nice dude. nice enough to crank up the bass in his durango enough to smick smack me from my drunken opus and back into ear-splitting reality..... and we arrive back on base at yet another hospital. i'm all smiles, you realize. i sit in the waiting room for the lesser half of a millenia and come to find out that i have a bleeding ear. THANK YOU DR. MARIO. YES! i just waited in practically unbearable pain for this blonde-headed genius to inform me i went into shock from blood loss. now it could be me, but i believe she figured this one out on her own. so i couldn't go anywhere last weekend, which sucked, but hey that's a weekend who cares, right? It's about to be tuesday and i'm not tired, which is how i came up with the time to bore you once more for somewhere in between 15-20 minutes. but i do so love you and your considerations, so continue to read, and i'll continue to post. outtie.