Sunday, July 01, 2007
TYLER-he fell down some stairs...
JACK- i fell down some stairs...
-fight club
one surgeons knot, six square knots, one figure eight knot and a local anesthetic. that's all it takes to fix when a sadistic sign slices your wrists and then asks you for your phone number.
3 a.m. and jake and i took over the emergency room. everyone from the woman in labor to the battered husband thought we were it, telling jokes, passing hats, playing charades (which that autistic kid with the peanut allergy was great at). after two hours of waiting i get admitted into "triage," in which they decide my wounds don't require "immediate attention." just to clarify, I SLICED MY WRISTS!!!, i could potentially have had major emotional problems! perhaps, rejection and abandonment issues that your "please, go over there" stance isn't helping! but i rose above it, making the E.R. my own personal showroom, until they finally placed me in an observation room with cable, right next to the janitors closet...i should have been alarmed.
america's health system rocks...
have a nice day.
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