Tuesday, October 13, 2009
No more.
Friday, October 9, 2009
I fall;
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Fuze and good karma.
Friday, October 2, 2009
wonderful.
Hey there..
I’m in the hospital, with no access whatsoever to the internet at this present moment in time.. so I’m writing this in microsoft word, and then when I get me some internet access I’m going to party it up blog style.. and by that I obviously really mean I’m going to copy, paste, and post this.. Yep. Good plan. THIS IV IN MY ARM, IT HURTS LIKE A MOFO. Dislike. I don’t want to stay here the night, alone, in the mother fucking pediatrics unit. FUCK MY MOTHER FUCKING LIFE. I really need to be three months older, so that I’m allowed to be with adults, and not like 9393939338 kids. If you’re wondering by now, what’s wrong with me. I don’t know.. the doctors don’t either.. I have a pain in my side, right beside my hip. I’m getting an ultrasound tomorrow, and if they don’t find anything, I might still have to stay for more tests, it’s really not a good time. I got to the hospital at 4:30, and just got admitted and into a room about an hour ago, and it’s now 11:48. Talk about time consuming. I’m so effing bored, I’m using my phone, I’m not supposed to be, but there’s not much else to do, and I slept all day, so I’m not going to get much sleep tonight, and the fact that I’m hookedup to a whole bunch of shit doesn’t help either, and that I have a nurse monitoring me every hour to make sure I’m still alive or whatever. I’m not that sick, I’m going to live. I don’t neeeeed an ultrasound. I NEED TO PISS SO BAD, but I’m not dragging the fucking intervenis thing with me to the bathrrom, and I’m not pissing in a fucking “hat” whatever the hell that is. I don’t want to be here. I’m so fucking hungry too, I’m not allowed to eat until sometime tomorrow monring, what a bad time. I’m not allowed to drink either. I was hungry when I left home to go to the ER and it’s been a good 7 hours or so, and I still haven’t eaten. I think it should be the morning, I should get my ultrasound, and then I should get a mother fucking chicken burger. But only I can’t.. because I’m not allowed to leave the hospital. WONDERFUL. I’ll make someone bring me one.. but hopefully I’m allowed to leave after they get the results for that test back. And if they don’t find anything,my dad said he’s going to make them keep me until they do. What a fucking piss off, I don’t want to spend my whole weekend in the hospital, I have Stephanies birthday party to go to. My dad forgot to pack me pajama pants, and I’m wearing really awkward, not comfortable gym pants. No good. I love that this is going to be my longest blog yet, because I’m so bored, and have no television to watch, I’ve seen all of the movies that are on my laptop a good ten times already, and I have no phone to talk on. I’m going to stop texting people too, because I really don’t want to be the cause of someones death.. fuck you life support. On the upside, my iv.. well the thing thats penetrating my skin, is pink.. it’s a nice pink. And of course, I have a really wonderful array of bracelets. A yellow one, from outpatients, and now a blue one, with all of my information on it.. and a red-orange one that says “AMOXIL”in big letters.. alrighty then.. allergy bracelet. I hope the pain doesn’t get any worse.. because then I have to get a shot of morphine, I really don’t want a shot of morphine, from a fucking “butterfly” which is a needle that they stick in my skin, and then they open it up, take it out and it leaves a tube in me, apparently. As the nurse who’s name escapes me explained to me when we were walking to the fucking PEDIATRICS unit. I’m not five, I can be with the adults, KAY THANKS. I’m really pissed I missed Silverstein, MarcelVerhoeven was going to buy me a ticket, I love MarcelVerhoeven. We’re so in love, it’s wonderful. He’s a nice time. Said boy(not marcelverhoeven) hasn’t replied to any of my texts today, that’s rather odd.. I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.. I told him I’d keep him updated on whatever was going on with me and the hospital, so I just sent him a good ten random texts that he’s probably going to shit over when he sees them.. but whatever. I’m so bored, I was thinking before we left (I thought we were going to a clinic, but they were all closed) that I should have touched a baby.. BY THAT I MEAN I SHOULD HAVE COPIED AND PASTED A BUNCH OF FACEBOOK NOTES.. But instead, now I’m stuck here fo a good 800 years typing up this blog.. wonderful. I really don’t enjoy the fact that my “Johnny shirt” (Whyever the hell they’re called that..)doesn’t have a back.. (none of them do) I WANT TO PUT MY SHIRT BACK ON, but I can’t do that on my own free will, I need a nurse to take out my IV tubes and shit so that the arm will go over my... well.. arm.. isn’t it nice to know that up to this point right HERE There are 918 words, COOL DEAL. I could really go for some internet right now... it would be fabulous.. then I could communticate with the outside world, I’d love that a lot.. I don’t know if I’m allowed to leave my room right now.. it’s such a confusing time.. There’s a little girl beside me, well.. the other side of this room, and since it’s 12:08.. and she’s probably only like.. ten.. she’s sleeping.. I should probably try and sleep or something, but I don’t really want to. I REALLY DO WANT A CHICKEN BURGER THOUGH. Yes, yes I do. I also want someone here to keep me company. I’m so bored.. I feel retarded blogging while not connected to the internet.. oh well.. whatever. I’m in the hospital, what the fuck do you expect from me? Yeah, that’s what I thought.. I guess I’m going to go ahead and watch Joe Dirt now or something.. since there’s nothing better to do. If you read this all, I applaud you. *Round of applause*
