You've got a dead guy in you!
So my dad had surgery yesterday. He tore his ACL, so they had to go and take an ACL from a *dead guy*. So now, my dad has a dead guy in him. It's wicked creepy. My boy and I were at my house when they got there and I asked how the surgery went. So my mom goes, "Well, blahblahblah, he tore his ACL, blahblahblah, had to take one out of a cadaver, blahblahblah..."
Me: "WHAT?! They took it out of a cadaver?"
Mom: "Yes. Now as I was saying, blahblahblah..."
Me: "And aren't cadavers dead bodies?"
Mom: "Yes."
Me: "Eeew! Dad, you've got a dead guy in you!"
Now i'm not stupid, I knew what a cadaver was before I asked. I gave our principal the nickname 'Cadaver' simply because he's really old and looks like he's going to kick the bucket sometime soon. I was just making sure I had the right idea.
I went and picked up his meds, since I was going to get juice and movies, and know what my dad's hopped up on? Oxycodone. It cost me 5 dollars to buy a bottle that I could sell for $100, according to my druggie friends and what i've learned from tv. And they just *gave* it to me. I guess my mom called beforehand, because when I walked up I was like, "I need to pick up a prescription."
Lady: "Last name?"
Me: "Cagle."
Lady: "Chris Cagle?"
Me: "Yep."
Lady: "Okay, here ya go, that's 5 dollars."
Me, after we walked away: "Ohmigod! My dad's taking oxycodone! And they just GAVE it to me!"
Oklahoma's crazy. Also, did you know that on Tuesday, it was like, 70 out, and this morning, it's snowing and below 30? I hate the weather.
XOXO
-Kitty
Me: "WHAT?! They took it out of a cadaver?"
Mom: "Yes. Now as I was saying, blahblahblah..."
Me: "And aren't cadavers dead bodies?"
Mom: "Yes."
Me: "Eeew! Dad, you've got a dead guy in you!"
Now i'm not stupid, I knew what a cadaver was before I asked. I gave our principal the nickname 'Cadaver' simply because he's really old and looks like he's going to kick the bucket sometime soon. I was just making sure I had the right idea.
I went and picked up his meds, since I was going to get juice and movies, and know what my dad's hopped up on? Oxycodone. It cost me 5 dollars to buy a bottle that I could sell for $100, according to my druggie friends and what i've learned from tv. And they just *gave* it to me. I guess my mom called beforehand, because when I walked up I was like, "I need to pick up a prescription."
Lady: "Last name?"
Me: "Cagle."
Lady: "Chris Cagle?"
Me: "Yep."
Lady: "Okay, here ya go, that's 5 dollars."
Me, after we walked away: "Ohmigod! My dad's taking oxycodone! And they just GAVE it to me!"
Oklahoma's crazy. Also, did you know that on Tuesday, it was like, 70 out, and this morning, it's snowing and below 30? I hate the weather.
XOXO
-Kitty