Whhaaadddaaarrrr yooooouu tallkin 'b out???
Ok, so I ended up going to Urgent Care and they would only give me motrin or any other stupid thing that you can get over the counter. Since my knee was feeling progressively worse, this made me sad. We decided to go to the hospital emergency room and I waited there for about an hour until I was finally seen. Actually, 20 minutes passed and some lady called me and we went into the "triage room" to check me for "vital signs." Then she kicked me back out into the waiting area. They had tropical fish there that entertained me for about 10 minutes- it would have been more, but I had to turn at an awkward angle to look at them. Then I looked at a National Geographic- again, because it was a July 2006 edition.
While I waited there there was this old lady who was sitting there the ENTIRE time we were there. A boy with a wrapped up leg on crutches came in and got bumped ahead of me. He had already been to the emergency room and had a red bracelet. Mine was orange. I'm thinking we got color coded based on urgency, just like the homeland security advisory system. Then there was this little girl who had a broken arm or something, so I was worried that she would be bumped ahead of me, although I was crying just as much as she was. There was also some 17 year old and her what looked like 25 year old lover with their love child who looked and acted perfectly fine to me.
The nurse called out "Kate" which also happened to be the mother of the child's name. She got all excited and was like, "Oh, already! Is it me?!" I was getting pissed at this point- not to say that I didn't want them to take a look at the little girl, but seriously she wasn't constantly crying and they had only been there about 15 minutes while I was closing in on an hour. I stood up and probably bitchily said, "What's the last name?!" It was for me.
The nurse was really nice and I was really nice back to make up for my pain induced bitchiness back in the waiting room. They made me take my pants off and put some ice on it. I got a couple shots of narcotics which made me incredibly stoned out of my gourd and very sleepy. Needless to say, Matt drove me home. I also got a prescription for vicodin which they didn't put my name and birth date on it so that caused a little trouble at Walgreen's. I mean it was almost 10 on a Saturday night- it's a little shady.
Oh, and I forgot to add that on Friday, Sarah- Chris' girl- and I were fed up with whoever kept pushing their grill in front of our window time after time (even when I kept pushing it over in front of the other apartment's window and then between the two so it wasn't in front of any window.) I hate looking at that thing. Anyway, around midnight, we dragged the thing four complexes down and set it behind a laundry room in QQ. It might even belong to the douchy neighbors about us. That would be sweet irony. If it's still there by the time we move out, we're taking it. They didn't even chain it to a bush or cinder block like everyone else does. It might even be left over from the last neighbors or "Chainsmokers!" as we liked to call them.
So that's what's going on with me.
We're going to watch Blades of Glory now!
While I waited there there was this old lady who was sitting there the ENTIRE time we were there. A boy with a wrapped up leg on crutches came in and got bumped ahead of me. He had already been to the emergency room and had a red bracelet. Mine was orange. I'm thinking we got color coded based on urgency, just like the homeland security advisory system. Then there was this little girl who had a broken arm or something, so I was worried that she would be bumped ahead of me, although I was crying just as much as she was. There was also some 17 year old and her what looked like 25 year old lover with their love child who looked and acted perfectly fine to me.
The nurse called out "Kate" which also happened to be the mother of the child's name. She got all excited and was like, "Oh, already! Is it me?!" I was getting pissed at this point- not to say that I didn't want them to take a look at the little girl, but seriously she wasn't constantly crying and they had only been there about 15 minutes while I was closing in on an hour. I stood up and probably bitchily said, "What's the last name?!" It was for me.
The nurse was really nice and I was really nice back to make up for my pain induced bitchiness back in the waiting room. They made me take my pants off and put some ice on it. I got a couple shots of narcotics which made me incredibly stoned out of my gourd and very sleepy. Needless to say, Matt drove me home. I also got a prescription for vicodin which they didn't put my name and birth date on it so that caused a little trouble at Walgreen's. I mean it was almost 10 on a Saturday night- it's a little shady.
Oh, and I forgot to add that on Friday, Sarah- Chris' girl- and I were fed up with whoever kept pushing their grill in front of our window time after time (even when I kept pushing it over in front of the other apartment's window and then between the two so it wasn't in front of any window.) I hate looking at that thing. Anyway, around midnight, we dragged the thing four complexes down and set it behind a laundry room in QQ. It might even belong to the douchy neighbors about us. That would be sweet irony. If it's still there by the time we move out, we're taking it. They didn't even chain it to a bush or cinder block like everyone else does. It might even be left over from the last neighbors or "Chainsmokers!" as we liked to call them.
So that's what's going on with me.
We're going to watch Blades of Glory now!