so i just got back from the emergency room, my knee is fucked up, its been fucked up, & now i have to see an orthopedic surgeon. but nevermind me... while there, i had seen an older lady refuse to walk on crutches...all she wanted was a wheelchair. i dont know if it was because she didnt want to hurt herself any further, but the doctors were confident she could use them, they insisted that she did, refusing her request.
this old lady was throwing a fit.
now excuse me for being ignorant, but does life suck that much when you're older that you refuse to challenge yourself & simply throw in the towel at first thought?
as the doctors convinced her to take her first steps on these crutches, which might i add, made it seem as if she were pulling a 2-ton truck strapped to her back, this cute nurse rolled up with my wheelchair to take me to the x-ray room.
i felt awkward....and i thought it would feel that much more awkward having this old lady watch me being scooted off in what should've been her chair.
i told the nurse "its okay, i can walk" MY request was denied, so i took a seat, dropped my head in shame & tried to not make eye contact with the old lady.
After x-ray, i was wheeled back to my gurney, but this time, an old man was there in the next over. he arrived by ambulance, he looked in really bad shape.
The doctor asked the old man, "my name is Dr. Curren, how can i help?" the old man replied: "A shot of cheap Gin would be good right about now" despite the circumstances, everyone there including myself, chuckled, that this man was trying to humor the situation.
by this time the nurse pulled the curtain closed, the old mans wife arrived, & the doctors left for a moment. all i could do was listen....stare at the white walls.
it was very apparent that this women loved her husband very very much. i could feel it, even. especially in my time, where I, am currently questioning weather I believe in love, anymore.
The doctors returned, & from my eavesdropping, i gathered that this man had a stroke at the age of 51. he lost the use of his left arm, right leg, & 1 week prior, broke his right shoulder. he also drinks "no more than 2 coctails a day" the reason for his visit tonight, was that he couldnt stand, basically losing the use of his left leg, his only remaining 'working' limb.
Just from hearing the reality of this mans ailments, the fact that this could very well be ME at his age, & the sound of the Baby screaming bloody murder down the hallway, i wanted to get the fuck out of there. this place was fucking depressing.
My Uncle Todd & I always talk about old age, he is very well up there in his oldness, and he always tells me: "if i ever get like that, take me out back with a shotgun"
I was discharged from the hospital, & before i left, the nurse said "you're 26, you're too young to have bad knees" & on that note, i left.
while driving on the freeway, i thought to myself, "if i ever get like that, im going to kill myself" i figured, in the time of my old age, i would have quite the collection of prescription painkillers that i would do a CWE on, & go out in an opiated blissful haze. "im 26, & im already plotting my suicide"...
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is me posting in this thread random enough? whatup 40 hows shit been
-------------------- Host: I've heard whispers about the financial support your government receives from the drug industry. Peruvian: Well, the irony of this, of course, is that this money, which is in the billions, is coming from your country. You see, you are the major purchaser of our national product, which is of course cocaine. Host: On one hand, you're saying the United States government is spending millions of dollars to eliminate the flow of drugs onto our streets. At the same time, we are doing business with the very same goverment that is flooding our streets with cocaine. Peruvian: Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other characters that are involved in this tragic comedy.
Edited by deltron (07/31/07 12:17 PM)
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