| Saturday, September 29, 2007 |
| undmindful |
Ever since I went to the doctor’s on the 11th, I’ve been preoccupied, distant, worried about what will take place on the 9th when I return. Will there be changes in my iron levels? Will my bone marrow biopsy be scheduled? What is wrong with me, and when will I know?
I’ve been so inattentive to everything and everyone, that I think that I might have broken my nose today by not paying attention to my surroundings. I was getting a couple of things outta the garage this afternoon, and as I am closing the door, the garage door tends to come to life and drops right on me, hitting my nose and literally squishing my fingers in the hinges. All I could do was yell and the boys came running to my rescue. I was now feeling pretty stupid, but more so I was in fuckin’ pain.
Why did I leave my hands on the garage door, when I know that all I have to do is let it fall? Now I’m sitting here with an ice pack on my nose and on hands [fingers]; my nose is throbbing…my fingers are stinging…this chica is hurting like hell!
I need painkillers…or better yet, let me drown my pain & sorrows tonight…I’ve got a bottle of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum and it seems to be just what the doctor ordered.
Cheers and good night, besos mi gente… |
posted by MsApples @ 2:13:00 PM  |
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