hepatitis b.
i cant fall sleep again tonight.
so i decided to heat up a bagel, turn on my monitor screen and google salmonella -those tiny little critters that swim in your orange juice if you dont process it just right. okay, so no orange juice for me tonight.
the cops showed up at my front door and in my panic, i carelessly threw a blanket around the living room, answered the door and forgot that i have a tourniquet securely wounded around my left arm. to my relief, the cops chose to ignore that. no worries, just a friendly routine check on a noise complaint thats circulating around the ghettohood and im thinking, why me? the neighbors must have seen me around: black hoodie, unwashed hair, suspicious behaviour. yes, she fits the profile.
I was on the edge of my seat but I wasn't even on the edge because i wasnt even sitting down. EXPLANATION BELOW:
i had a set of syringes lined up on my coffee table and one stuck to an innocent orange. (yes, an orange was harmed in the event of this story.) what was it doing there? i was practicing my venopuncture technique for my clinical and oranges are supposed to be somewhat close to the real thing: tough surface and soft juicy interior. there seems to be a certain skill required in the process of sticking it in as opposed to just ramming the damn thing into someone's arm. steady, steady. then, BAM! good to know. im terrified of needles. and salmonella. oh, the irony of life. imagine giving that statement to the cops. yeah, i didnt think so either.
my attempt to a bachelor of science degree is becoming a gruelling task. tuesday night i was shacked up in the college library going over research articles and using up my credit points on the copy machine. i need a refill. or a book on knitting so i can fall asleep.
waiting, waiting.
still waiting.