writing while under the influence…

So Tuesday I had to go to the emergency room, first time in almost a year, but nothing new. Three generous doses of Delaudid finally facilitated a groovy subsistence, but sure as shit, I left that emergency room scratching like a crack whore. I smacked up a conversation with the baby faced fourth year resident who man-handled my nether-bits and discovered his disdain for women, he had a 6 week stint in OBGYN land and proceeded to tell me that he missed the higher levels of testosterone that he was used to—“

 

HOLY TRANSVESTITE!!!! What sort of freak puts a lighter in an ashtray? *raising my hand like a shy school girl* um…that would be me. On occasion my laziness has me placing certain personal and small belongings in inappropriate receptacles, but having smoked a whole pack in the past week, it had slipped my mind and ash and butts had covered this fairly innocuous object, until I placed a lit cigarette in it to write and had a tiny little explosion on my hands…cool, nothing like a five-alarm fire in a tiny little apartment to finish the day.

 

I’ve not much to say today, as I am still recovering from the drugs and have partook in some Norco for my mood displacement and am not looking forward to the up-coming itch fest later. I am not well enough to write, I have much more, but, this too, will have to wait. Toots!

~ by Timbre on March 20, 2008.