4th of july weekend and how to do it right...
drank pretty heavily on thursday and friday. i honestly can't remember those nights because of the rest of the weekend. saturday ned had a wop and two kegs. i called a huge chick a guy by accident and smoked a lot. big chad passed out in the driveway. i grilled steaks and went to bed at 5. woke up on sunday and started drinking. drank until more people showed up and drank more. walked to the street dance and busted my hand on some guys head who was fucking with adrian. at this point i just think i bruised my hand. i avoided getting beat down by 2 marines. then i go to the street dance and get bored then go drink more. i go to bed at 4 then get up at 1 for the parade. we heckel people in the parade for a while and then go get 2 kegs and a lot of other beer. so we just drink our asses off all night. i buy a vicodin and muscle relaxer for 3 bucks and just think how great my hand will feel. i party a little more and all of a sudden wake up on adrians bed with one corner of the bed hanging over a 10 foot drop. its 2am and i've already missed half of my most important day of work. i go hang out with jenn on a bridge and talk to my boss. i tell her i think i have a broken hand and that someone gave me a painkiller so i didn't wake up til 2. so she says if i want my job still i have to go to the doctor. so i go into hcmc on tuesday at 7:30pm. 12:30am i get in to see a doctor. i tell them i have no insurance and i just want to know whats wrong and how long i'll be out of work. they take x-rays($$$) and i hear the doctor on the phone in the other room saying he wants me to stay the night. so he comes in to tell me my hand is fucked and that i need a wire to be put through my finger for it to ever fix right. i say go for it. they put me in a gown and put an IV in me. i tell the chick my hand hurts, so she shoots me with morphine. they walk me to my room and i chat to the guy nurse walking me about how he picks up rollerderby chicks and works non-stop at saving lives....but i was really doped up...so who knows if that was all true. i get set up in my room and they hook fluids up to my IV. i haven't eaten since 6pm and its now almost 4am. she tells me i can't eat til after surgery but i can have more morphine every hour. she comes back at 4 and shoots me up and i pass out. i wake up to my mom coming in to hang out with me for the day. i call for the nurse and get my first dose for the day. a few hours and a few doses later i go to surgery. wake up, take one more shot of morphine and go home with peerkocet. i just wrote this entire sum up one handed and doped up....so you better take the damn time to read it. peace.
Randy
Randy