September 28, 2006
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shivvvvvvvver… I guess somebody just walked over my grave.
It took me four hours to get seen and pick up antibiotics last night. SEE? this is why I try to fix my insides with half-assed home remedies. home remedies will cure stuff if it’s not too far gone, usually. I’ve never had warts but I can’t see any possible sense in rubbing a wart with a potato and burying it (the potato). am I spelling that right, potato? ever since Dan Quayle I get really nervous any time I have to spell that. it always looks wrong to me, either way. and is it potatoes or potatos? yeah, yeah, poTAHto, whatthefuckever.
And the doctor wrote the wrong last name on the script… and the pharmacy lost my records… and my pills. these things happen to me. they happen all the time. don’t get in line behind me anywhere; at least 50 percent of the time you’re in for a total cluster fuck if you do. I don’t really bitch about it most of the time. I’m used to it. but dammit, last night walking out of the Walgreen’s I lost it. big fat tears… the silent kind… and I felt sorry for myself, very very sorry… but I got over it. now I’m just glad the pills done made my coochie stop hurtin.
Ten hours I worked today. it felt just fine, really good even. I had a few breaks, really chatty clients, big tips. I even went to the coffee shop for a cup of soup in between. still, I’m not quite right. I feel great but I had to have my last client make her own change. the haircut was 25 dollars; she had two twenties. I had a ten and two fives, and I laid them next to hers on the counter. I said, “I’m sorry, I’m so tired my brain is totally broken. I can’t count. you’re going to have to make your own change.” and she did. and she tipped me really well. maybe she was brokeass-tired too. luckily she’s a friendly acquaintance of mine and I think it amuses her that I’m insane. plus I gave her a PLUM piece of gossip so, meh, not so bad.
goodnight Gracie.
Comments (10)
you know what? I just hit 24 hours on the abx and I feel HIGH. who knew bactrim was such good stuff. no shit. fuck it. I’m just going to enjoy it. me an my sugar babies. and the pretty lights… ooooooooo….. preeeeeetty…
bactrim gives me a rash like nobody’s business. i thought it was, rub a banana peel on your warts, and bury saint joseph. and just eat the fucking potato, because mmmmmm potato.
glad your muff is muffled. that shit is the worst. w.o.r.s.t.
wow, hurting coochie and still voting. that’s dedication. the handicapped people of iowa thank you.
i understand about getting nervous over the potato thing. I used to think “half-assed” was “half-asked” and so I used it all the time, until a professor kindly pointed it out to me after a speech. so my mind still thinks it’s okay to use at any given time, then i remember the connotation. whatever. my brain is half-assed anyway.
you’ve been tricking around on me, haven’t you? that’s why your coochie hurt. damn woman.
drink lots of water, love.
you are the person I always get stuck behind line in. without fail. I actually told people at the airport, when they were deciding what security line to get into “Don’t get behind me, my line always moves the slowest” They thought I was kidding and laaaughed. They were really sorry when the idiot in front of us didn’t understand “take out your keys and wallet, sir” And yes, english was his first language.
I really hope your hoopty feels better. I seem to go through a period of a few months where they PLAGUE me. it’s been awhile though. thank dog. or should that be cat. har.
Most remedies (both home and store-bought) work on the premise that by the time you take them you are already getting better. The difference between herbal and pharmaceutical is the pretty packaging.
i see your comments here and there and thought i would link over. i have a rule that i wont do math after six pm or on weekends. i think it is a good rule.
look, this is your blog so I’m not trying to throw some one up, but be thankful that you aren’t fully sleeved, bald headed and have holes in your ears large enough that people can see the face of a clock through them when you are in need of medical attention.
like the 2 and third and 4th time I broke my arm. In one week. Only the first and second time were “emergencies”. Times three and four…I was fishing for drugs.
Like Tylenol. And an orthopedic surgeon that knows how to do more than order xray’s.
I’m sure its already been said but drink lots of water. Only not too much. Water at too high a consumption level can actually become toxic for your system which is already like 73% water. Or is that the ocean.
At any rate..feel better, please post PSA’s if you’ll be in important lines in Utah so that I can plan accordingly and praise be.
When I was a kid my mom rubbed my wart with a potato and buried it and (drum roll please) the wart went away in a few weeks. Crazy.
Potatoes is the correct spelling. And DAMN Dan Quayle to the hell he believes in for making such a big ass out of himself…is he even still alive?????
Cranberry Juice, Water, Green Tea…
You know the drill.
((((((((((HUGS!))))))))))
And plum gossip alone is worth a fat tip!
-M