Jan 19, 2005 13:42
First, sorry about the leave of absence. I would love to say that my life has been overly busy and exciting but most of that would be a complete lie. Basically I am just a lazy ass. I am starting a new format on here and hopefully I can keep up with it though I dont expect many of you will have read this since I have been gone for so long. Mainly, I am just going to continue to blab about random shit but I would love for you guys to comment because well for starters I would love to see who hasnt forgotten about me and second it's entertaining...better than hunting unicorns...
To answer the question, I nixed sex and the university a bit because I ran into a wall. Carrie on the show has the ability of any great work of fiction not to have her friends pissed that she is writing so bluntly about them. I dont have that benefit and to speak of my friend's love lives publicly would be heresy so I chose to talk about Cockroaches, Twinkies, and Doctors...
If you were wondering they all have a common tie, or at least I thought they did. If and when the world we know is nuked and human existence is completely wiped out three things shall remain: cockroaches, Twinkies, and doctors. I always had this impression that doctors were the elite few. The ones who never got sick and were unstoppable...until yesterday at 8 am.
There I lay in my warm cozy bed swaddled, if you will, in flannel sheets and down comforters when my house phone rings. My house phone is almost never answered unless of course by my mother. The only people who call my house is telemarketers, church workers, and my grandmother. Dont get me wrong I love my grandmother to death but she has a telemarketer’s intuition. She will call right as dinner is served, right when you fall asleep, right when you drop your pants to make a twosies, and always when your hands a full it really is a talent. So anyway, as I lay there, pillow over my head groaning and waiting for my grandmother's voice to ring out I hear some very professional lady asking for me over the machine, informing me that my 1030 appointment is canceled due to illness.
Illness? How can one who treats the ill get ill? Is this a very good sign? I have never been to this doctor and yet she is already calling my house due to sick days? It's like the blind leading the blind. I always assumed that having been around so many contagious things that their immune system is impenetrable that doctors were the elite ones sent to use their gift of healthiness onto man-kind. Isnt that what the three years of residency is for, to get sick and cured from all viruses? The irony of the situation screams louder and slightly more annoying than Alanis' voice. I guess there are somethings that are better left unanswered.