it fucking figures
I gotta drive to the university in four hours... so the medicos can give me my followup. Make sure nothin' evil is growing back, where last they cut me open. I've just recently learned (yes, it's now 2:55 AM) that this MAY entail, and I'm quoting the Goddamn nurse, "a bit of light surgery." I'm SO not kidding- that's a direct motherfucking quote.
Well, fuck me running. And because it's the only time I can get this done in the next four fucking months (they're kinda BOOKED, it seems) they've gotta pump my guts empty, first.. they don't want me to aspirate on the table. (I had dinner because nobody goddamn TOLD me I JUST FUCKIN' MIGHT be getting cut up AGAIN.)
I'm feelin' kinda bellicose- and it's just my damn luck that not two weeks ago I met someone (and damn she's hot) who enjoys sex with me. (As yet another aside, I apparently give great oral sex- when she told me so I almost decided to print that out and get it framed.) These fucking whitecoats better PRAY they don't find any reason to slice me up- I've got a fire axe somewhere in this christforsaken basement just ITCHIN' to go for a spin (and by "spin" I of course mean "murder spree.")
*EDIT* A lot of poking and prodding, but no surgery. The scan was clear and it shows not only no regrowth of whatever the fuck it was they carved out last year, but ALSO a reduction of internal scar tissue. SCORE. Also, almost every nurse who's ever given me a shot/drawn blood/put an IV in tells me I've got "great veins."
Well NEAT! I'll keep that in mind if I ever decide to take up heroin abuse, or something. Fuck.*EDIT*
-just another angry white boy. cliche, ain't it?
Well, fuck me running. And because it's the only time I can get this done in the next four fucking months (they're kinda BOOKED, it seems) they've gotta pump my guts empty, first.. they don't want me to aspirate on the table. (I had dinner because nobody goddamn TOLD me I JUST FUCKIN' MIGHT be getting cut up AGAIN.)
I'm feelin' kinda bellicose- and it's just my damn luck that not two weeks ago I met someone (and damn she's hot) who enjoys sex with me. (As yet another aside, I apparently give great oral sex- when she told me so I almost decided to print that out and get it framed.) These fucking whitecoats better PRAY they don't find any reason to slice me up- I've got a fire axe somewhere in this christforsaken basement just ITCHIN' to go for a spin (and by "spin" I of course mean "murder spree.")
*EDIT* A lot of poking and prodding, but no surgery. The scan was clear and it shows not only no regrowth of whatever the fuck it was they carved out last year, but ALSO a reduction of internal scar tissue. SCORE. Also, almost every nurse who's ever given me a shot/drawn blood/put an IV in tells me I've got "great veins."
Well NEAT! I'll keep that in mind if I ever decide to take up heroin abuse, or something. Fuck.*EDIT*
-just another angry white boy. cliche, ain't it?