hot doctors...

this weekend, I discovered hiding in the late weekend nights of my hospital, are, hot Indian doctors, very kind and flattering African nurses and despair that the things I think will make my situation better, aren't making situations better. I was in the emergency room, scared for a Milli second in Cancer time (about 3 hours) before I got there. I prayed not to get admitted, I expressed this to every warm body I bumped into and then I was admitted. I prayed I would be let go in the morning instead I was told it was the weekend and I'd probably get out Monday.

After my girlfriend went home, after I text my sisters the latest update, after I spoke to my mom on the phone. It was close to four am and I was dead tired, cold and listening to sounds that made me glad curtains separated the sight. A fever had gotten me here and I started to feel sorry for myself, angry at myself. Why isn't there anyone here to hold your hand? What is wrong with you why could you compromise like everyone else? Why aren't you eating more salads? Hope my mom doesn't find my bong when she has to go into my apt? My body has finally had enough SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I AM TIRED!!!

Doogie Howser, staring for too long doctor: You can take the mask off your white blood cell count is good. We're going to take an x-ray. and then we'll probably admit you. Breath in. Deep Breaths. Sounds good. How are you dealing with the prognosis? 

Scrubs: would you like another blanket? 

Jewish Nurse: i was told to give you the antibiotic. we don't want to go through the port...

Ire escort: time for the x-ray ma;am 

Bald black shaft looking dude: wrap your arms around it like your giving it a hug...closer

Irie escort: no madd a wha happn' trust in Jesus. stay blessed

Seriously praying for her bunk mate: NURSE! I need my pain medicine..I'm in so much pain...why can't they just give me the surgery?! we were on the way and then we got homeless!!! I'M IN SO MUCH PAIN!! (this was my bunk mate for fucking real tho)

African Nurse: I have to get your blood. don't worry God will take care of you. You have that attitude you gonna get out of this. 

Seriously praying for her bunk mate: OH MY GOD! the pain!

Hot Indian Doctor 1:  we spoke on the phone 

Hot Indian Doctor 2: says you're a writer, what do you write?

Hot Indian Doctor 2: *sandwiching my hand between his two* everything looks good, a little more testing, the doctors need to talk and then we can get you out of here by mid afternoon, cool?

Hot Indian Scrub: Everything looks good, nurse should come by with some discharge papers, continue taking your prescribed meds, no reason to hold you longer, isn't that great?

Yup! that's awesome!

Nurse: lets get these papers signed quick, its lunch, ya know? 

Totally get it

Nurse: it was great serving you, have a great one.