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Well, well. I finally got to check out the medical ward yesterday afternoon, although not quite in the way I'd intended to. There was a little... accident, while playing Aahnruhd, you see, when myself and two of my fellow inmates were trying it out and I became the innocent victim of competitive spirit gone awry. Let me state for the record that Aahnruhd balls are not suited for anything resembling dodge ball, and that the "no hitting below the belt" rule is suited for every sport. Lucky for me, I had plenty of help getting to the ward!
... from the prison guards. They must have heard all the arguing when they came to see what was the matter. Thanks, guys.
Anyhow, on a more positive note, the ward is a nice place. The beds there are considerably more comfortable than the one in my cell, though that could be the change of scenery talking. I also finally made acquaintance with the Rosa I've been hearing so much about! She wasn't the one to give me my examination (oh darn), but we did have a brief chat. Charming young lady, she is, and with great taste in basketball. It was nice to have someone to chat NBA finals with.
My visit was short-lived and after a routine check-up, a couple of pain-killers and a date with an ice pack, all is well. Thank goodness there was no major damage, though my mood is still a bit sore. I won't name names, but perhaps some hazelnut castles and a nice cup of coffee would help with that, hmm?
... Also, for the record, nobody won that game. I was incapacitated, and I demand a rematch.
... from the prison guards. They must have heard all the arguing when they came to see what was the matter. Thanks, guys.
Anyhow, on a more positive note, the ward is a nice place. The beds there are considerably more comfortable than the one in my cell, though that could be the change of scenery talking. I also finally made acquaintance with the Rosa I've been hearing so much about! She wasn't the one to give me my examination (oh darn), but we did have a brief chat. Charming young lady, she is, and with great taste in basketball. It was nice to have someone to chat NBA finals with.
My visit was short-lived and after a routine check-up, a couple of pain-killers and a date with an ice pack, all is well. Thank goodness there was no major damage, though my mood is still a bit sore. I won't name names, but perhaps some hazelnut castles and a nice cup of coffee would help with that, hmm?
... Also, for the record, nobody won that game. I was incapacitated, and I demand a rematch.