"Yeah, I wish that you had told me you had an appointment with your doctor at 4am because its safe to assume you lept out of my room through the window for some important obligation and not because you're weird."
I live on the ground floor, its easy to do that. no need to climb the sidings, no grip on those anyway, you would just fall and break something.
The blue's enter one after another covering their faces with text book thick charts asking questions when they already know the answers. I remember faces right when entering through the automated revolving doors that could fit 4 even 5 but i let people pass, wanting to be alone do not push on the glass, it will announce your faults and slow down, restart again in all taking 5 seconds of your time. As much time possible to waste before my inevitable fate that awaits. Those greens and blues work hard preparing as i wait and turn looking through a peep hole of glass almost a mirror seeing reflections of gown's and bandages. i can see them, uncovering their faces to say something amusing i wish i could be in their with them, i like being there during preparation's counting, and measuring, analyzing and anticipations. I ask the Blue if i can join them inside past these double doors, i imagine its just like on those television shows, i repeat the names, they laugh, ask me personal questions they know the answers already.
Dr. Jenkins: Have a good nap buddy.
The one blue asked what position he played, like i knew from just looking at him, i threw out some he repeated no to each with a chuckle. I threw out one last he answered yes. these questions i have for them they know the answers but i don't. quickly i feel cold then warm sensations in my left arm, Dr. Kramer just gave me a scotch on the rocks make that a double. i feel better more able to converse with the pretty Blue that works over head. its freezing in this room, must be below zero! im thinking to myself i want to stay awake as long as possible don't take deep breaths at first, don't let your brain receive that much oxygen. They force it on me like a bed ridden man needing to walk you can't save everyone, just save the ones wanting to be saved. if i was a bed ridden old man who's only excuse was im not up to getting out of bed for my physical therapy they would just let me be, considering that this was the last bed i would lay in before i leave this place. No Blue or Green would let that happen, they would get one of those in white over coats they call doctors to come and look at your chart text book thick flipping pages that don't interest them. as they exit they remember to use the hand sanitizer killing 99.9 percent of the most common germs on those pages. that chart passes many hands.
Dr. Jenkins: do you notice anything? i fixed it. great job, yeah? you can call me a life saver yea.
The Bed Ridden Man
"god please take me"
my neighbor separated by a thin curtain with patterns that match the walls repeats this when he's in pain, shouting Help when the Greens, skip the Blues don't respond fast enough. He's only asking them to switch channels on the television mounted on the wall above, Two Televisions next to each other facing in separate directions. I don't turn on the television once the whole time. I'd much rather read my medieval murder mystery then see the world events i like the idea of being out of touch much help with the push button device to my side, i press the little green button i can hear the gears turning and pulling liquids in the machine that makes beeps on occasion, i have to unhook myself when i get out of bed im not the bed ridden type like my neighbor. i take a peek, no wonder hes strapped down like he needs to be ridden. finally gets up to sit on the chair, only for a few moments then tells me to call the Green, which has become my job to press another button two buttons in total that becomes embedded , a routine not the routine i started out to believe in. the routine of going to school and drinking chai tea in the morning's moving up in rank. one thing i thought about most frequently was of particular people, they continued to relieve the nightmare's i was having. not being able to sleep, hearing groans and cries for help all throughout the night like i was in a moblie army surgical hospital. i could imagine thats what it would sound like. all kinds of medical issues. i could be labeled as on of those statistics, head wound, brain surgery, lets get out of this guys head before your sent home. you receive a notice that your going home right in the middle of being in this guys head.
get out of there now. drop your instruments just leave it as it is. let him walk around exposed let all that spinal fluid leak everywhere. people wont mind not one bit. even with half a brain she beats you in scrabble, "im sorry Ms. Walsh, "xerobatchulticism" isn't a word..." pulling the drain out feeling like you were hit by a water hydrin with kids playing, summer time on the streets of hells kitchen you ask the doctor what just hit me? just some spinal fluid leak, no worries. oh thanks for informing me. Okay I'm not worried.
when leaving my dad asked if i want to say good bye to my neighbor who yells out at night. i said sure, goodbye get well soon confused look on his face with no response i make it quick like if someone told you horrible news, not to drag it along in and out with it, my dad repeats his name to me, its okay, he is just know as my neighbor , the bed ridden man.
I live on the ground floor, its easy to do that. no need to climb the sidings, no grip on those anyway, you would just fall and break something.
The blue's enter one after another covering their faces with text book thick charts asking questions when they already know the answers. I remember faces right when entering through the automated revolving doors that could fit 4 even 5 but i let people pass, wanting to be alone do not push on the glass, it will announce your faults and slow down, restart again in all taking 5 seconds of your time. As much time possible to waste before my inevitable fate that awaits. Those greens and blues work hard preparing as i wait and turn looking through a peep hole of glass almost a mirror seeing reflections of gown's and bandages. i can see them, uncovering their faces to say something amusing i wish i could be in their with them, i like being there during preparation's counting, and measuring, analyzing and anticipations. I ask the Blue if i can join them inside past these double doors, i imagine its just like on those television shows, i repeat the names, they laugh, ask me personal questions they know the answers already.
Dr. Jenkins: Have a good nap buddy.
The one blue asked what position he played, like i knew from just looking at him, i threw out some he repeated no to each with a chuckle. I threw out one last he answered yes. these questions i have for them they know the answers but i don't. quickly i feel cold then warm sensations in my left arm, Dr. Kramer just gave me a scotch on the rocks make that a double. i feel better more able to converse with the pretty Blue that works over head. its freezing in this room, must be below zero! im thinking to myself i want to stay awake as long as possible don't take deep breaths at first, don't let your brain receive that much oxygen. They force it on me like a bed ridden man needing to walk you can't save everyone, just save the ones wanting to be saved. if i was a bed ridden old man who's only excuse was im not up to getting out of bed for my physical therapy they would just let me be, considering that this was the last bed i would lay in before i leave this place. No Blue or Green would let that happen, they would get one of those in white over coats they call doctors to come and look at your chart text book thick flipping pages that don't interest them. as they exit they remember to use the hand sanitizer killing 99.9 percent of the most common germs on those pages. that chart passes many hands.
Dr. Jenkins: do you notice anything? i fixed it. great job, yeah? you can call me a life saver yea.
The Bed Ridden Man
"god please take me"
my neighbor separated by a thin curtain with patterns that match the walls repeats this when he's in pain, shouting Help when the Greens, skip the Blues don't respond fast enough. He's only asking them to switch channels on the television mounted on the wall above, Two Televisions next to each other facing in separate directions. I don't turn on the television once the whole time. I'd much rather read my medieval murder mystery then see the world events i like the idea of being out of touch much help with the push button device to my side, i press the little green button i can hear the gears turning and pulling liquids in the machine that makes beeps on occasion, i have to unhook myself when i get out of bed im not the bed ridden type like my neighbor. i take a peek, no wonder hes strapped down like he needs to be ridden. finally gets up to sit on the chair, only for a few moments then tells me to call the Green, which has become my job to press another button two buttons in total that becomes embedded , a routine not the routine i started out to believe in. the routine of going to school and drinking chai tea in the morning's moving up in rank. one thing i thought about most frequently was of particular people, they continued to relieve the nightmare's i was having. not being able to sleep, hearing groans and cries for help all throughout the night like i was in a moblie army surgical hospital. i could imagine thats what it would sound like. all kinds of medical issues. i could be labeled as on of those statistics, head wound, brain surgery, lets get out of this guys head before your sent home. you receive a notice that your going home right in the middle of being in this guys head.
get out of there now. drop your instruments just leave it as it is. let him walk around exposed let all that spinal fluid leak everywhere. people wont mind not one bit. even with half a brain she beats you in scrabble, "im sorry Ms. Walsh, "xerobatchulticism" isn't a word..." pulling the drain out feeling like you were hit by a water hydrin with kids playing, summer time on the streets of hells kitchen you ask the doctor what just hit me? just some spinal fluid leak, no worries. oh thanks for informing me. Okay I'm not worried.
when leaving my dad asked if i want to say good bye to my neighbor who yells out at night. i said sure, goodbye get well soon confused look on his face with no response i make it quick like if someone told you horrible news, not to drag it along in and out with it, my dad repeats his name to me, its okay, he is just know as my neighbor , the bed ridden man.
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