Well, found out what both my mother and I have.
Mom: a form of cancer that's commonly found in black male children... spreads fast, but very susceptible to chemo. Estimated chance of survival: 90%
Me: Pinkeye. Estimated chance of annoyance: 100%
Sad thing is, I can't stand ANYTHING to touch my eye... and now I have to give myself eyedrops four times a day. Which means I'm going to basically have to kick my own ass to make my eye stay open for it.
AMUSEMENTS AND IRONIES
As my friend and I are sitting in the waiting room, there is this CUTE lil girl, bout three or four, complete with pigtails, who wants to get a book. She's pointing to the magazine a punk boy in a wheelchair is holding, and her mom says 'You can get a book, honey, but not the one he has'. She walks slowly towards the entable... passes it by... and is almost to the boy by the time her mom catches her... we're all chuckling, and she's asking the girl, 'what were you going to say to that boy?' Off to the left, I chime in, 'Thanks?' Laughter all around.
After a two hour wait, hyperactivity strikes Jon and his friend... we peeled the labels off the medical cabinets and shuffled them around. I lay face down on the guerney and say 'I'm a little tense in the shoulders, could you work on that please?' A passing group of nurses is startled to hear a distinct sound of a sheep bleating coming from my now-closed-curtained room. I find a use for the overhead hooks as I loop my shoelaces through them and yell, 'PUSH!' Best one, though, had to be when I covered myself in the sheet and my friend mock-cried over me.
I go through the examination. They hand me the eyedrops, and the printouts of instructions. Much to my amusement, the ink was low in the printer and it's barely legible. I flip it around, show the ink to the nurse and say 'Ok, I come in here with eye trouble, and you give me THIS to understand the cure?'
Mom: a form of cancer that's commonly found in black male children... spreads fast, but very susceptible to chemo. Estimated chance of survival: 90%
Me: Pinkeye. Estimated chance of annoyance: 100%
Sad thing is, I can't stand ANYTHING to touch my eye... and now I have to give myself eyedrops four times a day. Which means I'm going to basically have to kick my own ass to make my eye stay open for it.
AMUSEMENTS AND IRONIES
As my friend and I are sitting in the waiting room, there is this CUTE lil girl, bout three or four, complete with pigtails, who wants to get a book. She's pointing to the magazine a punk boy in a wheelchair is holding, and her mom says 'You can get a book, honey, but not the one he has'. She walks slowly towards the entable... passes it by... and is almost to the boy by the time her mom catches her... we're all chuckling, and she's asking the girl, 'what were you going to say to that boy?' Off to the left, I chime in, 'Thanks?' Laughter all around.
After a two hour wait, hyperactivity strikes Jon and his friend... we peeled the labels off the medical cabinets and shuffled them around. I lay face down on the guerney and say 'I'm a little tense in the shoulders, could you work on that please?' A passing group of nurses is startled to hear a distinct sound of a sheep bleating coming from my now-closed-curtained room. I find a use for the overhead hooks as I loop my shoelaces through them and yell, 'PUSH!' Best one, though, had to be when I covered myself in the sheet and my friend mock-cried over me.
I go through the examination. They hand me the eyedrops, and the printouts of instructions. Much to my amusement, the ink was low in the printer and it's barely legible. I flip it around, show the ink to the nurse and say 'Ok, I come in here with eye trouble, and you give me THIS to understand the cure?'
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congrats on the group. i can't believe that it's taken me this long to notice or to check for it when i was waiting that whole time for it to get approved. duh!!!