Well this week was a freakin challenge.
It was all just stupid ass emotional stress per usual until Friday, when my heart freaked out, and I ended up in the good ole emergency room (oh my favorite place, let me tell ya). I fight something silly every time someone tries to drag my ass to the hospital. I hate it there. They don't do anything for me, then they slap my credit report with another "you didn't pay, fuck you" that keeps me from ever financing anything ever ever again. Not that I should be doing such things...haha. But what happens if my baby (black 99 Mustang) ever craps out? Scuh-rewed.
So there I was laying on the couch brooding worse than usual, after a productively venting call with my best friend in CA, and a couple of codeine (to be fair, I took too much at once I think). Then it was all pain and shit, my friend had to call my guy, who had locked his office door in protest of my upset. He called the paramedics, and blah blah. What fun. I sat in the emergency room for 8 fucking hours! Gee I am glad they were sure I wasn't dying (assholes). Friday night is a bad night to have a heart attack I guess.
As usual the IV busted my vein so I look like a junky. I had so many electrodes all over me that I looked like a goddamn robot, and getting the sticky shit off of me was hell. I have been taking the chill road. The hospital told me to not drink caffeine at all and not to have so much stress in my life. I wanted to tell them to go through the shit I go through and let me know how that no-stress gig works out for them.
*shrug*
I want a coffee milkshake.
It was all just stupid ass emotional stress per usual until Friday, when my heart freaked out, and I ended up in the good ole emergency room (oh my favorite place, let me tell ya). I fight something silly every time someone tries to drag my ass to the hospital. I hate it there. They don't do anything for me, then they slap my credit report with another "you didn't pay, fuck you" that keeps me from ever financing anything ever ever again. Not that I should be doing such things...haha. But what happens if my baby (black 99 Mustang) ever craps out? Scuh-rewed.
So there I was laying on the couch brooding worse than usual, after a productively venting call with my best friend in CA, and a couple of codeine (to be fair, I took too much at once I think). Then it was all pain and shit, my friend had to call my guy, who had locked his office door in protest of my upset. He called the paramedics, and blah blah. What fun. I sat in the emergency room for 8 fucking hours! Gee I am glad they were sure I wasn't dying (assholes). Friday night is a bad night to have a heart attack I guess.
As usual the IV busted my vein so I look like a junky. I had so many electrodes all over me that I looked like a goddamn robot, and getting the sticky shit off of me was hell. I have been taking the chill road. The hospital told me to not drink caffeine at all and not to have so much stress in my life. I wanted to tell them to go through the shit I go through and let me know how that no-stress gig works out for them.
*shrug*
I want a coffee milkshake.
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Least to say, I don't drink anymore. Or eat strange cheeses.....
ever think about writing some lyrics when shit is going wrong like it does? thats where the digital recorder comes in handy, right?