?

Log in

No account? Create an account
avril 2019   01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30
* - galaxy

cum ci, cum saw, i conquered

Posted on 2007.07.09 at 13:07
so yippie - no more cast!

i went into the doc's office about 45 minutes early - which was a great idea - cuz they rushed me right though and loved me for it

at first i got the impression that they would leave the cast on for a few more weeks

but doctor irish-head said i was healing well and he wanted it off...

"Now?!"

"Now!"

"Oh yeah  you're my kinda doctor!"

So they cut it off and the doc comes back in.  And i'm saying i'm concerned my arm will never straighten out again...

"What if it doesn't?" I say.

"Well - c'est la vive," he says.

"You mean you can't give me a bionic arm or something?"

"Well - really - i don't know too many reasons why people need their arms straight.  You don't see too many people walking around with their arms perfectly straight."

"Except for Paris Hilton when she got out of jail."

"Oh really?  Well, there's that guy on Boston Legal who does that too - but not too many other people..."

(BUT GRRRRR... I WANT TO BE PERFECT!!!  AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING!)

So then i start rubbing the crud off my hand and this really irritates him.

"Don't throw your dead skin on the floor!"

So I try to throw in in the waste can...

"NO!  Don't do that!  Put it on the sheet - we'll change the sheet!"

But I just kept rubbing it off like it's nobody's business.  HUH!  Like - dude - i gotta put this somewhere as long as i'm rubbin it off!"

He was a clean freak - but he liked me.

The nurses were - you know - NOT REALLY THERE?!

I was making jokes, and they would laugh before the punchlines...

"I feel like i've just risen out of the ashes..."

"Oh - a ha ha ha!"

"OF POMPEII!"

So - now I'm waiting for my last hurrah with relatives.

The doc told me i can't mow lawns - and i gave him a thumbs-up with my broken arm for that.  So my relatives say they'll mow the lawns.  Which is why they're two hours late.

When i got home the tall white kid brings out his two mean rotweillers to scare me again.  I wish people would just leave me out of their own demented dramas!  (see last post).

Freakin dweezles!

Comments:


★  Ashlee ★
umbreons_shadow at 2007-07-10 06:46 (UTC) (Lien)
YAY. NO MORE CAST! YOU ARE FREE NOW, BOY!
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2007-07-10 08:50 (UTC) (Lien)
i guess - it's good cuz no more discomfort - but i can't do anything manly with that arm
★  Ashlee ★
umbreons_shadow at 2007-07-10 08:57 (UTC) (Lien)
OH NOES. NO MORE MANNY STUFF! =o
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2007-07-10 09:19 (UTC) (Lien)
yeah - it throws like a girl

kind looks like a chicken leg - my dog has been eying me
★  Ashlee ★
umbreons_shadow at 2007-07-10 09:37 (UTC) (Lien)
Did you say, that there was dead skin still attached to it? :P
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2007-07-10 09:51 (UTC) (Lien)
well - it was just some crud on my hand - but he got all "omg! dead skin! quarantine! quarantine!"
★  Ashlee ★
umbreons_shadow at 2007-07-10 09:55 (UTC) (Lien)
And you'd think he'd be expecting that being a doctor and all... Yeah... Haha!
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2007-07-10 10:05 (UTC) (Lien)
yeah - he seemed to be a pleasantly bitchy doctor

some lady was mentioning her arthritis and said "I'll be 60 next month!" and he goes something like "oh my lord! i remember when i was 60..."

he's like "why won't these losers shut up and go away!"
★  Ashlee ★
umbreons_shadow at 2007-07-10 10:55 (UTC) (Lien)
That is hilarious! OMGOMGOMG. :D
Previous Entry  Next Entry