Dreams, Dreams, Dreams... Boy I Got a Lot of Dreams
Sleep.
Sleep is the greatest thing EVER! I don't get nearly enough of it. The past few weeks have really reminded me just how great sleep is. After you have surgery, the only thing you want to do is sleep. Of course, hospitals are so damn boring that sleep is the only way of escaping. I was in the hospital for about 65 hours and I think I slept for about 40 of those. That's a lot of sleep. Of course, I think most of it came the last 36 hours I was in there because all I did was sleep. I slept thru visiting hours, which sucks because my dad showed up and I felt like a dick when I woke up and read the note he left letting me know that he had stopped by. But, my father's the greatest and he let me sleep because, like me, he knows that sleep is far better than anything. Anyhow, all I did was sleep because sleep is like time traveling. You fall asleep and the next thing you know is that it's some time in the future. So I slept to try and make my discharge time get there faster and it worked. Thank god, too because I was about ready to start stabbing people. It was murder. Actually, it wasn't so bad once the nurses stopped checking in on me every hour. That was brutal. I'm in the middle of sleeping and they wake me up to take my blood pressure. Can't they do that while I'm sleeping? It's not like I was laying in the fetal position or anything. I could only lay on my back with my arms either at my side or lying across my chest. Just grab my arm and do what you need to do. And while you're at it, give me a shot of Demerol. After my first day and a half in there, the nurses couldn't be bothered with me. Even if I rang for them they would take FOREVER to see what I needed. I know they have a hectic job, so I don't begrudge them for taking some time to see what I need, but there were a few times where they took way too long to show up. Luckily, I wasn't dying when I rang for them. I was just in pain. And when I say in pain, I mean, I wanted to get high on some Demerol. But just so you don't think I totally hated my entire experience with the nurses, I just have to say that Tony Krug's mom is a nurse and she was a sweetheart to me. Of course, after I moved into another room she wasn't my nurse anymore, but that first day was almost quaint because she was super sweet to me. When she came in to check on me every hour, it didn't seem like a pain in the ass. Mostly because she wasn't so damn clinical about it. She was just concerned. Most nurses don't have that attitude about it. They just want to go in and do the job. That seems pretty crazy to me. Isn't part of medicine about caring about the patient? That tends to imply some sort of humanity, some sort of empathy towards the patient, but I don't think nurses are like that anymore. It's a shame.
I just farted. It smells, but it's not really that bad. I give it a five out of ten.
And I just realized why I can't find a girlfriend. See above sentence.
Well, I'm starting to run low on food. Luckily, a few weeks back I stockpiled a bunch of frozen food because I think that by the end of the week, I'm going to be out of any food worth eating. Then I'll start eating broccoli. That's it. Not as a side dish, but as an entire meal. That should be fun.
I need to marry a rich old woman so I can steal all of her money. Of course, with my luck, I would marry her and she would just keep on living and then when she finally gets close to death I'll be a loser and start to feel bad. I hate being a nice guy. It just leads to pain. Unless you're Daniel Laruso, then it leads to a kicking some ass in a karate competition. God, I love Karate Kid. Sure, it's no No Retreat, No Surrender, but it gets the job done.
I watched the Oscars last night. I enjoyed it for the most part. I thought Jon Stewart was pretty good, but I'm a huge fan of his from way back, so anything he does it gold as far as I'm concerned. George Clooney had a nice little acceptance speech. Every time I hear him speak I like him more and more. He talked about how he's glad that Hollywood is out of the mainstream. Pretty liberal viewpoint, but that's how I like my viewpoints. If you can find the text of his speech anywhere, check it out. I'm having trouble finding it. Oh well.
I just looked at all the websites that are in my "Favorites" on Internet Explorer and guess what. I go to two of them on a regular basis. The rest are all sites that I bookmarked because I randomly found them and wanted to make sure that I didn't lose them, but I haven't gone to any of them since that first time. I should just delete them, but I know that once I do I'll need to go http://www.genealogy.com/16_cousn.html and see exactly what a first cousin twice removed it. The thing is, I've retained the information from that site so I'll never need to go back. Plus, if I did, I could just Google it and go back, but I'm a packrat. Yes, I'm even a packrat with websites. How fucking lame is that?
Speaking of lame, I'm going to go now. I'm far too bored to keep typing. Plus, it's almost time to watch some mindless television. Good night and good riddance.
Sleep is the greatest thing EVER! I don't get nearly enough of it. The past few weeks have really reminded me just how great sleep is. After you have surgery, the only thing you want to do is sleep. Of course, hospitals are so damn boring that sleep is the only way of escaping. I was in the hospital for about 65 hours and I think I slept for about 40 of those. That's a lot of sleep. Of course, I think most of it came the last 36 hours I was in there because all I did was sleep. I slept thru visiting hours, which sucks because my dad showed up and I felt like a dick when I woke up and read the note he left letting me know that he had stopped by. But, my father's the greatest and he let me sleep because, like me, he knows that sleep is far better than anything. Anyhow, all I did was sleep because sleep is like time traveling. You fall asleep and the next thing you know is that it's some time in the future. So I slept to try and make my discharge time get there faster and it worked. Thank god, too because I was about ready to start stabbing people. It was murder. Actually, it wasn't so bad once the nurses stopped checking in on me every hour. That was brutal. I'm in the middle of sleeping and they wake me up to take my blood pressure. Can't they do that while I'm sleeping? It's not like I was laying in the fetal position or anything. I could only lay on my back with my arms either at my side or lying across my chest. Just grab my arm and do what you need to do. And while you're at it, give me a shot of Demerol. After my first day and a half in there, the nurses couldn't be bothered with me. Even if I rang for them they would take FOREVER to see what I needed. I know they have a hectic job, so I don't begrudge them for taking some time to see what I need, but there were a few times where they took way too long to show up. Luckily, I wasn't dying when I rang for them. I was just in pain. And when I say in pain, I mean, I wanted to get high on some Demerol. But just so you don't think I totally hated my entire experience with the nurses, I just have to say that Tony Krug's mom is a nurse and she was a sweetheart to me. Of course, after I moved into another room she wasn't my nurse anymore, but that first day was almost quaint because she was super sweet to me. When she came in to check on me every hour, it didn't seem like a pain in the ass. Mostly because she wasn't so damn clinical about it. She was just concerned. Most nurses don't have that attitude about it. They just want to go in and do the job. That seems pretty crazy to me. Isn't part of medicine about caring about the patient? That tends to imply some sort of humanity, some sort of empathy towards the patient, but I don't think nurses are like that anymore. It's a shame.
I just farted. It smells, but it's not really that bad. I give it a five out of ten.
And I just realized why I can't find a girlfriend. See above sentence.
Well, I'm starting to run low on food. Luckily, a few weeks back I stockpiled a bunch of frozen food because I think that by the end of the week, I'm going to be out of any food worth eating. Then I'll start eating broccoli. That's it. Not as a side dish, but as an entire meal. That should be fun.
I need to marry a rich old woman so I can steal all of her money. Of course, with my luck, I would marry her and she would just keep on living and then when she finally gets close to death I'll be a loser and start to feel bad. I hate being a nice guy. It just leads to pain. Unless you're Daniel Laruso, then it leads to a kicking some ass in a karate competition. God, I love Karate Kid. Sure, it's no No Retreat, No Surrender, but it gets the job done.
I watched the Oscars last night. I enjoyed it for the most part. I thought Jon Stewart was pretty good, but I'm a huge fan of his from way back, so anything he does it gold as far as I'm concerned. George Clooney had a nice little acceptance speech. Every time I hear him speak I like him more and more. He talked about how he's glad that Hollywood is out of the mainstream. Pretty liberal viewpoint, but that's how I like my viewpoints. If you can find the text of his speech anywhere, check it out. I'm having trouble finding it. Oh well.
I just looked at all the websites that are in my "Favorites" on Internet Explorer and guess what. I go to two of them on a regular basis. The rest are all sites that I bookmarked because I randomly found them and wanted to make sure that I didn't lose them, but I haven't gone to any of them since that first time. I should just delete them, but I know that once I do I'll need to go http://www.genealogy.com/16_cousn.html and see exactly what a first cousin twice removed it. The thing is, I've retained the information from that site so I'll never need to go back. Plus, if I did, I could just Google it and go back, but I'm a packrat. Yes, I'm even a packrat with websites. How fucking lame is that?
Speaking of lame, I'm going to go now. I'm far too bored to keep typing. Plus, it's almost time to watch some mindless television. Good night and good riddance.
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