Rain = Poop
Today feels like a weird Monday. Rain like this makes me want to go to bed. Ugh I hate Mondays.
Oh, a funny little update to our dinner party on Saturday. Apparently, Gary got so injured because he REFUSED to give up his car keys, that when Stacey sat on him, she hurt his ribs. He went to the ER on Sunday and while they’re not broken, they’re pretty sore. I feel bad for him. Poor guy doesn’t even have anyone to take care of him. (Ladies, this is a hint.) But, I will say this. If you come to my house and get so wasted you aren’t able to drive home, don’t refused to give up your keys. You’ll get hurt. Oh yes, you will get hurt.
Moving on. On Wednesday I have to go in for a “consultation” with an oral surgeon about getting my wisdom teeth out. My bottom two are actually sideways, under the gum. It’s going to suck. I’m considering going on medical leave for a week because I’m such a baby I’ll probably medicate myself to sleep for a week just so I don’t have to deal with the pain. Hopefully all goes well though. I’ll be put asleep when it happens. Well, not “put asleep” like an animal, but you know…I’ll have an IV of drugs to put me asleep. Anyway, I’m done talking about this now. It’s making me sick.
I’ve been listening to Jack Johnson this morning/afternoon and he could be the reason why I’m so sleepy. His music is like…I dunno..it’s like having your back rubbed constantly. It feels so good that you just want to sleep. His voice is like getting your back rubbed. Yes, that’s what I was trying to say. Don’t pay attention to this part of the post. I’m just rambling at this point. As a matter of fact, I should probably do some real work and snap out of it. I have a ton of documentation to write and Clearcase is not really one of my favorite subjects. So, off I go.
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Response from Gary ...
Opening scene - Dinner party, lamb, green beans, mashed potatoes, gravy from the lamb, home made rolls, great wine, good friends, and best of all mandarin orange cake. Oh did I mention that the hosts love wine. We all brought a bottle and they had a substantial store ...
Next scene - After passing out for a few hours then leaving at around 7ish (am, party started at 6:30pm the previous night and I was late), I found myself holding my left rib cage in agony as I awoke. The wrestling match from earlier in the evening had left me with swelling and inflammation around three of my ribs on my left side. This match consisted of Jason and his wife trying to take my car keys. Jason pinned me and his wife literally did full body drop on my chest. Well, they did get my keys, but the aftermath was something that I didn't expect to happen.
So, after waking up, I got out of the bed, petted Jack their cat goodbye (adorable), went outside and chain smoked a cig. Oh lord, every time I breathed or moved slightly, I wanted to yell out f*ck. This was going to be the longest trip that I have ever had to do after a night of drinking. Well, that's not true, oh well.
When I arrived home, still feeling a buzz, I was so exhausted from tensing up on the way home that I had to simply go to bed. That was enlightening as getting in bed became a chore. Getting into position just to sleep was unbearable, but once I found that sweet spot all was well. Just don't move and you will be all right I kept thinking to myself.
As I awoke abruptly ... I moved ... I was unable to get out of bed without considerable pain. There was a lot of yelling as I pulled myself out of bed. Oh f*ck, I cried out numerous times. My primary purpose to get out of bed on a Sunday morning was because I needed to help Jason rebuild 50+ computers on Sunday, but in my condition I decided to go to the ER.
Oh joy, hanging out in Saint John's ER on a Sunday was not my idea of a good time. It wasn't even busy yet my time spent there was around 3 hours. While there I saw 2 girls, yes I say girls, and they were f*ckin pregnant. WTF !!! I just don't get it. Anyway, it turned out that I didn't have a break nor fracture, but rather a sever inflammation/swelling around my ribs. How much pain would I be in if there was a break! They gave me some feel good drugs a.k.a. Vicodin. Oh yes, that stuff is good, but I can't take it during the day so Advil was my baby today, today being Monday.
This morning (Monday) I awoke and I could definitely tell that ye old narcotic had worn off. I screamed numerous times just to get out of bed. I then went directly to the cabinet and popped 4 Advil. I went back and laid down waiting for them to kick in. Once they did I was able to get out of bed at least without screaming. By 2 I had taken 8 Advil and I was not getting any more comfortable, but the pain was bearable. I knew that I had to stop taking them as my Dr. Feel good awaited me at home.
The drive home sucked. Traffic sucked. The rain sucked. Halloween sucks. I could not move in my car without yelling Oh f*ck. It sucked!
And now ... my new friend Vicodin has kicked in and I am happy again or stoned (no difference). No wonder Rush got hooked on this sh*t.
So as for me, I am not a man nor a child ... I am an idiot - period.
You're not an idiot. You're just a drunk. :)
I might mention (again) that you kicked me in the face while resisting giving your keys up. It hurt. I just thought I'd remind you, in case you had forgotten.
I am sorry, I do not remember that. I am still the village idiot! i like blogging, good way to vent. :)
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