Saturday, November 19, 2005
TodayToday that is a picture of how my room looks. Coincidentally, that is also a picture of how my room looked last night. Unfortunately last night was graced with a visit from the ambulance men. I woke up from my sleep because my girlfriend started hitting me in her sleep…??? (I’m sure I could have a heyday psychoanalyzing those reactions.) Non-the-less I was like owwwww…which awoke her and it was in that moment I became consciously aware of the owwww that existed in my stomach. I got up and she was startled asking, “are you all right?” All I could do is stand midsection bent and say, “ohhh my God!!!” I thought I was going to die from some sort of food poisoning...or Mad Cow disease or something. I looked in the mirror and I was as white as the wall it is mounted on….running for the bathroom I internally pushed on my stomach hoping to get what the hell of a devil’s child was in there out. Basically, I had my girlfriend call the ambulance. The guys who picked me up came into my hurricane of a room I swear Katrina can’t touch the natural disaster that is my life. The emergency men walk passed the hardwood floored hall into my bathroom to see me sitting perched on the porcelain bowl. They began their interrogation as I sat there shitting out my stomach…I frantically answer their questions as I think to myself…”Only me. Only in my life.” The paramedic a tall black good looking man with a Will Smith demeanor instructs me to wipe as they were going to haul my chocolate laden ass to the Porter’s emergency room. Once in the ambulance Mr. Smith threaded my vein with a 16 gage needle while complimenting himself on how good he was. I have to agree with him for I have been blessed or cursed (it depends on how you look at it) with girl veins. He stuck that horse of a hose into my arm with impeccable precision and began to administer an IV…and thank goodness it only took him one try. Here I sit three vials of blood lighter, cat scanned for the first time in my memory (they give you iodine which feels like a women getting hot flashes, my neck and back got all hot) and Denver sewage has become much heavier in Hershey syrup looking water. Now I’m at home uninspired, still sick, contemplating the use of codeine and bored. Chicken broth is my food and now darkness at 5:42 is my foe but Abbey Road is playing in the background and my mom stopped by and I got to see my beautiful niece today. Why am I still typing here??? I guess I should go and rest and enjoy my flat Vernors ginger ale. Vernors is the only soda I know that taste this damn elegant when flat. It’s easy for me to explain a beer or wine as full bodied but Vernors is the only soda that I can honestly label as such…So off to start my day at 5:46pm…my room looks as bad as my stomach feels…but nothing last forever.
# posted by Nick D @ 6:00 PM 
