Thursday, September 1, 2005

happy September, bitches.

well, I was gonna go to the fair today. but instead of that happening, I spent most of my day in and in transit to doctor's offices. curious about the events? let's BREAK IT DOWN

11:03a after being awake and in unbearable pain till 6:30a, I finally fell asleep only to be awakened by the same nauseating aches in my right foot. I decide to call a doctor.

11:46a I get off the phone with MinnHealth. my appointment at 1:45p confirmed, I decide to start getting ready.

12:32p ahh, a nice hot shower. but wait, my foot is in even worse pain now. I look down and my cuticle is hemorrhaging blood. ohhh fuck, this could be BAD.

1:45p at the MinnHealth, the orderly looks with disdain at my homemade dressing. the gauze was a deep red, and in real danger of coming off. the doctor comes in, looks at my toe, writes out two prescriptions, and tells me to get the fuck out of his office and call a podiatrist, pronto.

2:18p I'm at Cub Foods. waiting in line. I just want to fill my prescriptions. for some reason, people love to gawk at some poor fuck wearing beat up sport sandals with his big toe wrapped in bandages. gah, just get me out of here! finally, I got my codeine and antibiotics and jetted like a motherfucker.

2:40p I walk in the door of my house, pick up the phone, and dial the number of the podiatry clinic I was referred to. I ask for an appointment for Friday, only to be told there were no openings till the following Thursday. I politely tell the woman that my doctor said my need was urgent. her reply? 'We can fit you in now. Hurry, the specialist leaves at 4p.'

3:12p I limped my sorry ass in the specialist's office. a cool guy, we made iPod-centered small talk as he prepped me, and while waiting for the anesthetic to go into effect he told me about the 'sweet' guitar he bought at a garage sale the day before. the entire procedure took less than 25 minutes, and I was soon on my way, limping into the sunset.

that leaves me here. I'm drowsy as fuck from the pain killers, but if I go to bed I'll screw my sleep scedule for sure. so instead I'm posting here and checking out Snopes, hoping something cool will happen. ahh, goodtimes.

now playing on iTunes: Josh Kelley 'Home to Me'

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Comments:
good to know that both of our septembers are off to wonderful starts
 
There seems to be nothing in there about texting me. I'm hurt!
 
I didn't do that till Saturday.
 
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