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Achievement Unlocked! Appendix Abortion!
16 years ago
So. Maybe you frequent readers will remember some time ago I complained about not feeling so good. For me to even announce my discomfort means it's probably something I should take care of but I'm too stubborn (IE stupid) to get looked at.
Apparently, my appendix went rogue. All this time it was nestled comfortably into my large intestines, all sound and cozy and then decided to start an infectious rebellion; slam-dancing its way into my bladder and setting my skin on fire all while virus-esque symptoms tore at my mind and its frighteningly weak grasp on sanity.
Little fucking communist of an appendix.
The surgeon, Sergeay put it in a little baggie and I gave it to Bryan and Diddle to keep on their nightstand so they would always think of me.
-and how something so small can take you down and rape your loved ones while you lay on the ground, weak and helpless. weeping and boo-hooing like a little bitch.
That should also say something about child-birth. Keep that bit of info. It's a gift.
The first day my Grandfather O'Hara and his wife came in for a visit. Haven’t seen him in forever. Then just as I was swinging out of my bed, Diddle comes trotting into the doorway who gets a nice long look up my pretty hospital gown. I'm doped out of my mind so I'm staring at her in my "getting out of bed position", after a tense moment of gaping at each other she throws herself back into the hallway wall, knocking over Chris who was just arriving who in turn knocks over Bryan who lands in an old mans lap who had been sitting by the window quietly putting together a puzzle, injuring the elder's pelvis or something.
My cock is a weapon of mass destruction.
So they hung around and wouldn't leave me alone. Which I'm grateful for. Because Rib wouldn't stop texting me if I was okay, then followed by a million retarded questions about work. If it wasn't him it was Doc and his insincere, hesitant, on the hour every hour, "Do you need anything?" text messages where I know he would wait by the phone, fingers crossed that I had died or was asleep.
A few other visits. A phone call from Dad from wherever he is in the world right now. A call from Grandma back home.
-
Anyway, got a lot of writing done. I should have some pieces up tonight before I leave for AC in... (Squints) 14 hours.
I should probably start packing soonish. Fucker is already rolling around in my largest luggage, having a grand ol’ time tearing shit apart. Earlier he did this crazy Jackie Chan wall-jump thing onto my shoulders when I had arrived home and attacked my face with his affectionate/smothering nuzzles. Don't let him know that I actually missed him. He'll gloat and actually think I like him or something.
I'm not kidding. I will destroy your favorite StarBucks if I even suspect him of knowing. This is our secret, asshole.
Apparently, my appendix went rogue. All this time it was nestled comfortably into my large intestines, all sound and cozy and then decided to start an infectious rebellion; slam-dancing its way into my bladder and setting my skin on fire all while virus-esque symptoms tore at my mind and its frighteningly weak grasp on sanity.
Little fucking communist of an appendix.
The surgeon, Sergeay put it in a little baggie and I gave it to Bryan and Diddle to keep on their nightstand so they would always think of me.
-and how something so small can take you down and rape your loved ones while you lay on the ground, weak and helpless. weeping and boo-hooing like a little bitch.
That should also say something about child-birth. Keep that bit of info. It's a gift.
The first day my Grandfather O'Hara and his wife came in for a visit. Haven’t seen him in forever. Then just as I was swinging out of my bed, Diddle comes trotting into the doorway who gets a nice long look up my pretty hospital gown. I'm doped out of my mind so I'm staring at her in my "getting out of bed position", after a tense moment of gaping at each other she throws herself back into the hallway wall, knocking over Chris who was just arriving who in turn knocks over Bryan who lands in an old mans lap who had been sitting by the window quietly putting together a puzzle, injuring the elder's pelvis or something.
My cock is a weapon of mass destruction.
So they hung around and wouldn't leave me alone. Which I'm grateful for. Because Rib wouldn't stop texting me if I was okay, then followed by a million retarded questions about work. If it wasn't him it was Doc and his insincere, hesitant, on the hour every hour, "Do you need anything?" text messages where I know he would wait by the phone, fingers crossed that I had died or was asleep.
A few other visits. A phone call from Dad from wherever he is in the world right now. A call from Grandma back home.
-
Anyway, got a lot of writing done. I should have some pieces up tonight before I leave for AC in... (Squints) 14 hours.
I should probably start packing soonish. Fucker is already rolling around in my largest luggage, having a grand ol’ time tearing shit apart. Earlier he did this crazy Jackie Chan wall-jump thing onto my shoulders when I had arrived home and attacked my face with his affectionate/smothering nuzzles. Don't let him know that I actually missed him. He'll gloat and actually think I like him or something.
I'm not kidding. I will destroy your favorite StarBucks if I even suspect him of knowing. This is our secret, asshole.
Seriously though, glad to see you're well enough to make jokes about your junk, had me worried for a moment.
Have a good time at AC ^^