integrating's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "tomorrow"....Silverchair Yesterday I had to drive Kris to the dentist. A tooth broke and he had to go have the rest of it cut out. He told the nurse the story of how the Army dentist pulled a tooth before the anesthetic kicked in and he swung at him. Her face went like "oh shit", and she says, "you're a puncher?" "Yeah". Hour and a half later she came and got me and told me he was not cooperating and being combative. I said sarcastically, "No way!" She said they had to put him in restraints, but she said he was wide awake and had a high tolerance for drugs. But then he comes out in a wheelchair, his head almost to his lap and his long hair hanging down. He looked ridiculous and I knew he was acting. So she wheels him outside and he rolls out of the wheelchair, does a cop roll and jumps up. He gets in the car and starts acting like he was on heroin. He points at a convenience store and gets out of the car and walks in like he's drunk. He buys water. Half an hour later he says, "Where did this come from?" I said "you bought it!" "Where?" "Exxon!" So he didn't want to wait in the car while I went in and got him pudding and stuff so I dropped him off at home. When I got home my Aunt said he fell in the living room. Another Academy Award Nomination. She was mad at me for not helping him in. Not that I could've helped him, he's bigger than me. I felt very unappreciated. Then next day I told him everything he did and he laughed and pretended not to remember. Pfff 5:12 p.m. - 09.09.15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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