LETS SEE.. WHERE DO IT START.. I CUT MY FOREARM OPEN WITH A BOX CUTTER AT WORK... THEY SEND ME TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM WHERE I WAIT WITH NUMEROUS SOCIAL MISFITS FOR THREE HOURS.. i then go back to work after they put 9 staples in my arm which i am sure will leave a glorious scar.. after being at work for about 3 more hours i notice i am bleeding profusely and need to go back in to the er.. my wife takes me this time and it is about 10.00 pm.. while waiting yet again i notice a guy come in dressed like a bonjovi video and appears to be in his mid 50's.. i watch him as he is holding a pink large tupper wear bowl in his hand.. he checks in and i notice the nurses are disgusted as he walks away..
now guys.. there is at least 60 seats available to this nut job but, he some how feels a bond with me and sits right next to me.. he then says " this just dont look right".. he lifts the tupper wear bowl up to me and obsessive curiousity takes hold and i look.. it is his vomit.. a multi colored hue of various foods in a golden brown sauce.. i say loudly "what the hell is that?" he said " i know.. it dont look right.. i just came out".. i yell "what the hell" and get up and move to the other side with my wife in tow..
i no sooner get to my new seat and he yells across the room with absolutely no malice in his voice " hey you take that steroid stuff?" this makes the security guard even laugh and i ask back " do you smoke rock..?" not even expecting a reply he says "i stopped 5 years ago.. have not touched it since.." this makes the waiting room bust out laughing..
so i finally get back to the urgent care and they completely rewrap my arm and put compression bandages around it and send me home.. so.. yes.. i had a loser saturday night..