January 21, 2011
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Le Hospital. (A Serial.) -Episode 6
Wednesday: This is day is a wash. I’m burnt out, tired, going stir crazy stuck in one room. I start to sing out loud, a lot. My favorites were Temptations songs: “Ain’t Too Proud To Beg”, “Since I Lost My Baby”, “I Want a Love I Can See.” I get more reading done, my computer is my hands so I can start writing this series and play lots and lots of Tetris.
Tetris, is addicting. The idea of the game, which we all know, is putting boxes in different places so they disappear. It makes me think that I tried to do that with this blister of mine. I tried to remedy myself. I popped that sucker let it flow and it kicked me in the ass. I tried to medicate it with, Neosporin, I flooded that thing with Hydrogen Peroxide and I even wore a bag on my foot so I could still shovel and walk outside. I tired to put everything in its right place so it would all go away. But life started speeding up. Those boxes started coming down faster and more abnormal as so I couldn’t place anything neatly anymore. The infection spread, my roommate wouldn’t listen to me, my parents thought MRSA could’ve been avoided, etc. But it was just a game and I am now stuck with a bunch of those abnormal blocks piling up higher and higher towards the top.
I wish I could just be Pacman and eat all the troubles, plus get fruit for my nutritious intake and if I’m lucky to turn the right corner I can eat all of those demons that have been chasing me over the years.
Enough video game analogy though. I had my new surgeon come in. Oh yeah, I forgot I almost got discharged, but then they said no, and then they said maybe. Then it turns out the Dr. that was supposed to operate on me wasn’t on my insurance (you’d think they would’ve checked that out from the start..). So I get a new one but he can’t come in until 6. He does takes one look at my foot and says, “I’m not impressed.”
You’re not impressed?? Fuck you. I’ve been here a week because everyone was treating it so seriously and you, on your first fucking GLANCE think, “I’m not impressed”?? You better be appalled, otherwise, why am I here? Why have you kept me so long? And what’s your last name I still haven’t been introduced to you!!
He then massaged the dead skin off my foot, and now I understand why Rex Ryan or any other freak on the internet has a foot fetish. Not that I’d get a FJ or anything, but after having no human touch on that thing other than immense pressure to drain the fluid, I’d have to say it was a very happy ending. WINK. Then told me I would surgery tomorrow. Yeah, like I’ve heard that one before.
I had a few great visitors come in and keep my sanity balancing on the wire. Then I stopped eating. 16 hours ahead of me of fasting. I asked if this was Ramadan, the nurse didn’t find it funny. I thought it was hilarious. The waiting began….
Will I ever get out of this Allahforsaken hospital?? Will my foot have to get amputaed?? Does any good news ever get thrown my way?? And will my introverted psychopathic tendencies flare finally tomorrow morning?? Find out these answers and more on the next episode of: Le Hospital. (A Serial.)!!!!!!!!!
