I just got back from the Clinic. My foot is still all numb and my head is a bit woozy. I dropped a percocet; so I’ll try and write fast. Once that baby kicks in, you won’t see me for a month…
I really hate doctors. With a passion. I just find it revolting that someone cares enough about people to want to actually help people not be sick. Altruism makes me vomit. Then only way I ever manage to walk into a hospital without dry-heaving is that I tell myself they are only in it for the money.
As much as I hate hospitals (and their occupants), I am occasionally convinced that a quick trip to the Clinic might be in order. This morning was one of those times.
Yesterday, I went to a friend’s birthday party. We had all the usual birthday stuff; cake, ice cream, bar-b-que. We also decided to go out and play some Frisbee.
Now, I love throwing the disc around. It has always seemed much more interesting that just tossing a football or baseball. I can curve a Frisbee, catch it behind my back, and skip it off the pavement. In short; it’s a lot of fun.
The party rolled on and darkness encroached upon our game. It was time to retire for more indoor-related activities. However, we made plans to play the next day after work. An herein lies the rub.