I was hit by a fast moving car
These are some of my notes from the past week...
Well. I”m in a hospital, so should be writing about it. Ill have been here a weea- not quite a week, tomorrow, saturday. Beep. beep. beep. beep. beep. beep.
I started by lyining to the nurses and pulling out my iVS with my teeth.
I did have a small nervous breakdown, nothing to worry about though, because i have to worry about a four inch hole in my head. second hole is on my forearm, which is being cleaned by a mechanical leach. cool. morphine dreams third problem is th shoulder which has been repaired, and then there’s the knee, which prevents me from moving very effectively.
just got a call from the ambulance chasers
I want to finda terrible irish tradgedy on television, the best feeling stuff now seems to be pyrotechnic specials and the cubs astros game. Evelyn, the angel, comes in at the end of the days and stays past hours are over. some how she can still make me feel blessed. hands me coffee. pets my unscarred parts. reminds me what she smells like.
midnight the new old nurse wakes me up and i move across her to pee. she hands me the jug and I dance becase the the fact that i’m up already has startled her and she’s told Im up at all times of the day now, peeing. It really is nicer, using the jug and leaving it for her.
I keep swearing about deja vu, but every action/reaction i make in this place seems to be alteady out of a movie. I got bored, computer chess, lost, frown.
It’s 12:40 am my roomate and I are watching Irish tragedy starring penn, deniro, moore, and john ------; in spanish/: “no somos angeles”, simultaneously on adj. tvs. mine gets no subtitles.
Evelyn brought me cigarettes and AND chicago pizza.
Well. I”m in a hospital, so should be writing about it. Ill have been here a weea- not quite a week, tomorrow, saturday. Beep. beep. beep. beep. beep. beep.
I started by lyining to the nurses and pulling out my iVS with my teeth.
I did have a small nervous breakdown, nothing to worry about though, because i have to worry about a four inch hole in my head. second hole is on my forearm, which is being cleaned by a mechanical leach. cool. morphine dreams third problem is th shoulder which has been repaired, and then there’s the knee, which prevents me from moving very effectively.
just got a call from the ambulance chasers
I want to finda terrible irish tradgedy on television, the best feeling stuff now seems to be pyrotechnic specials and the cubs astros game. Evelyn, the angel, comes in at the end of the days and stays past hours are over. some how she can still make me feel blessed. hands me coffee. pets my unscarred parts. reminds me what she smells like.
midnight the new old nurse wakes me up and i move across her to pee. she hands me the jug and I dance becase the the fact that i’m up already has startled her and she’s told Im up at all times of the day now, peeing. It really is nicer, using the jug and leaving it for her.
I keep swearing about deja vu, but every action/reaction i make in this place seems to be alteady out of a movie. I got bored, computer chess, lost, frown.
It’s 12:40 am my roomate and I are watching Irish tragedy starring penn, deniro, moore, and john ------; in spanish/: “no somos angeles”, simultaneously on adj. tvs. mine gets no subtitles.
Evelyn brought me cigarettes and AND chicago pizza.