Hospital Visit
Written a couple of days ago, and never edited. Screw grammar. I could write hundreds of these little things, and they could all be summarized as "Zachary Blessing hates hospitals". I do, I really do.
Nervous and shaking, he allowed himself some whiskey and and slept. For eight whole hours the pain in his side was not even there. What a wonderful feeling to not feel at all, he thought as he walked through the snow to the emergency clinic. Snow so soft it melted before it touched his skin. He took in all the usual details. Pale green carpeting, pale green walls, the old man coughing in the hall. Do you smoke, sir? No. Do you drink, sir? Well, on the occasion. The nurse in the x-ray room had calloused fingers, out of place with her bright dress the teddy bear wall paper. Turn this way please... now take a deep breath... hold it... good! He sat for an hour watching television and pretending he cared about it. Kidney stone, just a small one, should pass real easy. Plenty of water. Yes, I know, yes, yes. The doctor laughing with the nurse, telling an old joke. He walked home through snow drifts piled three feet high against white-washed walls.
(I need to stop writing depressing stuff)
Nervous and shaking, he allowed himself some whiskey and and slept. For eight whole hours the pain in his side was not even there. What a wonderful feeling to not feel at all, he thought as he walked through the snow to the emergency clinic. Snow so soft it melted before it touched his skin. He took in all the usual details. Pale green carpeting, pale green walls, the old man coughing in the hall. Do you smoke, sir? No. Do you drink, sir? Well, on the occasion. The nurse in the x-ray room had calloused fingers, out of place with her bright dress the teddy bear wall paper. Turn this way please... now take a deep breath... hold it... good! He sat for an hour watching television and pretending he cared about it. Kidney stone, just a small one, should pass real easy. Plenty of water. Yes, I know, yes, yes. The doctor laughing with the nurse, telling an old joke. He walked home through snow drifts piled three feet high against white-washed walls.
(I need to stop writing depressing stuff)