This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Thursday, December 02, 2004
me in my hospital garb. Also the site linked has some cool art on it.
um what was I going to talk about today....... fuck I deleted the best picture I have ever taken, and now I feel like a complete tool for not having a fucking awesome picture to post. But you know what is cool?? Before I deleted it, I printed it on my new picture printer. So I actually have a print of it, so I don't feel that bad, I just don't get to share it with all of you.
um what else, what else?.
I was up at 6 am this morn to goto the hospital. I got an MRI done, on my knee. It was interesting experience. So get this! So the chick says to me, she says, "you cant move no matter what, OK?"
I responded with "um, sweetie, I have serious add, I cant not move"
So she gets me into the room and asks me what type of music I would like to listen too. She hands me a list that is full of things I have never ever heard of, I am a musician, I know music(or like to pretend I do), and I didn't know one fucking thing on that list. So I says to her I says "the 'rain noises' one looks good" to try to help me sleep so I could lay still and not fuck shit up on the MRI.
So they strap me to the bed, and start moving me into the coffin, "the machine makes some noise, don't let it startle you" the nurse says, as she is going into the control room.
The music starts playing on my headset 'damn this rain noise shit is good. Im about to pass out, or could it be cause its 7 am, fuck I am a retard' I think to myself. Then the noise she spoke of started. No joke, this thing sounded like a fax modem, totally amplified and much more annoying. This went of for 40 minutes. I couldn't even hear the sounds of water in my head phones, and wondered why they would even offer music. I got dressed put my nipple ring back in and left.
At this point I got bored, it was about 8 am, so I tried to sneak into the psych ward at the hospital, cause I had checked my friend in there the other day, and was worried about her. I get into the area, and am attacked by nurses telling me I cant go any where. I slip the nurse some money to give to my friend, and ask what drugs they are giving her.
"what relation are you to her" asks the nurse.
"um I am the admitter?" I respond puzzled as to how to answer that question.
"well visiting hours are from ghalgjdhglkdjfalkjsakdj" that is when I stopped paying attention and went home. And now here I sit.
cool story.
killed softly at 12/02/2004 12:27:00 AM
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