Jul 10, 2009 23:46
Ladies and gentlemen, Hau Rock.
Went for a follow up appointment with the orthopaedic surgeon today, believing in good faith that the man had actually listened when I told him that I wanted to be able to retrieve the femur head after the surgery. It turns out he never communicated that to pathology, and that pathology, despite holding onto the piece of me that'd been extracted for two weeks, neglected to inform me of the fact that they'd held onto said spare part and sent it off for disposal. It took a monumental force of will to not go straight back to the doctor's office and choke him. I can't have pieces of me imbued with my energy floating about in the ether doing gods know what. The sense of imbalance has awoken that sleeping bear that C. Sensei always talks about hiding in our stomachs. I am not very happy right now. In fact I'm about a step and a half away from seeing red. This is heavy, and noone seems to be taking it at all seriously. That in turn continues to anger me further, and the cycle reboots. Right now I've got the really ugly face on that you've only seen when we're trying to kill each other in the dojo.
Not entirely certain how this one's going to play out.
orthopaedist,
hip hop,
bone,
energy,
dojo