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I should have just gone to a fucking proctologist.
I fell against a refrigerator and shattered the back of my skull. That's right, shattered. So, of course I go to the E.R. for abuse. Because we all want to be fucked with and treated like shit when we're in pain. Anyhow, first thing, they want to know if I have insurance. Fuck no I don't have insurance! Who has fucking insurance? Anyhow, they finally decide to do x-rays since the back of my head is all mushy and my nose and ears are bleeding. While this is going on, some ugly whore nurse or something comes in and her titties are just about hanging out of the top of her lab coat. Of course I stare, but it's not the normal reason for staring at tits; her tits are...sagging and huge and sort of swaying around like some seriously gross jello. This makes my head hurt worse, but what does this bitch do? "What are you staring at?" she asks. "I'm staring at your ugly ass tits, bitch!" I tell her. Well, it's a good thing I had a smashed skull, or that horse would have smacked me and then I'd have had to hit her with that metal tray. Anyhow, I get a lecture from this doctor about it and I'm like "What the fuck, you asshole, first, I have a SHATTERED skull, then you put big ugly tits in my face, and now you're gonna act like you're my mom and tell me how to talk to bitches? I KNOW how to talk to bitches, now get a pretty one in here. STAT!" Anyhow, he goes on to say that I have a concussion (DUH), and that I have to be watched for a few days (DUH), and I'm like "fine, give me some morphine." Oh hell no! That son of a bitch comes up with some pussy excuse why I can't have pain meds. Jesus fucking christ, my head bone looks like a windshield after a bad car wreck and I can't even get a little lortab or something? I know one goddamned thing. They better not send that ugly-tittied bitch back in here, or I will hurt her bad.
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11-01-2004, 10:32 AM
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