Monster Hospital

SO quite unexpectedly I had to get my appendix out last Wednesday. Last Tuesday I woke up on my own (no alarm) at 7 AM and was feeling great. Went to Athol to look at dogs with Jackie. She bought this lovely girl: NALA.

So did that went home felt really tired took a nap, which is something I don't do much at all! Then ate some pizza then started ralphing it up. My stomach felt like it was tied in a knot that progressively got tighter and tighter. So I end up in tears on the floor and my mom brings me to Wing Medical in Palmer, MA. Wing is a small hospital, but they just added on a new addition. So that's cool. So there I am ralphing in the emergency room's bathroom waiting to be seen. Everyone else in that room screamed hick TRUTH HURTS SORRY WORLD. But seriously the 8 people in there were all watching Michael Jackson news and talking it up. And then theres me now in a chair sprawled up in a ball. FInally my name is called. I get sent to a bed and The doctor sees me, says I need a cat scan but on no first here's some morphine and oh by the way you need to 2 huge glasses of dye so that we can read your cat scan. So i get handed to venti sized sbux cups filled with gross sugary liquid and I'm instructed to drink them asap. So I get a glass down. WOAHHH HALF WAY THERE! and get an 1/8th of the second one down....


TIME OUT

You must be aware that I was in a room with 2 beds divided by a curtain (very private). This couple was quite the duo. The woman complained about her leg constantly hurting her, but then started complaining about her diabetes, and then said her arm hurt. And her lovely companion who I spied earlier in the waiting room was in a mechanical jumpsuit starts to finally chime in saying he won't let her move around or do anything when she's in pain. I thought this woman was pregnant or something. But oh no, just an idiot. So as she's complaining to the nurse and her companion freak is chiming in she all of a sudden starts talking about the weather, and flowers and sorry but I lost track of the conversation due to immense pain. But somehow I hear the guy say I'm A PYROTECH i do fireworks. We go everywhere. Mind you this is MY NURSE they are talking to and I am DYING and they are talking about fireworks. And finally this woman is told that she just needs to take it easy, and she starts to complain more, and then finally this woman gets what she came for...DRUGS.


So back to me as I'm listening to this nonsense I'm really getting angry. You're not crying you're talking about nonsense get the hell out. But my body AKA OLD FAITHFUL did the job for me. That sugary liquid I was attempting to conquer decided to jump ship and I ralphed that whole cup plus the 1/8th of the second cup. Luckily I did this on the side of my bed that my mom wasn't on and it conveniently pooled up on the floor and formed a nice little stream to the OTHER SIDE of the curtain and I see Mr. Fireworks jump up to salvage his all black classic reboks.

I really showed them. Eventually they left and some poor girl with poison ivy all over her face took their place. Little did I know of the perils that laid ahead of me.... To be continued.


I realize I am late to this party and not really though, just bringing it back cause I heard it recently in 4evr 21: