jimmy jamesI'm never going back to my old school
May 15th 2008 05:58
I cut my finger today whilst doing burly constuction kind of work.
You know the dirty,noisy dangerous work that makes you feel sore at the end of the day?
It did feel good to be with the guys,working hard,getting stuff done,listening to the local rock station that plays the same songs every day,at the same time.It was amusing to put controversial lyrics to the song "Simple Man" by Lynrd Skynrd.That has been a hobby of mine for years.I'm sure there's lots of people out there that like to do the same thing.
As I was swinging a hammer,and using a jig saw(not at the same time),it was inevitable that I was going to get hurt.The other guys I was working with did,so I kinda wanted to be apart of the gang,but not to the point of having to go to the hospital.(The last time I ended up there,at least for a physical injury,I had closed my car door on my finger and ended up passing out at the hospital)
I cut my hand,and I did what a big burly construction guy would do,I wrapped it up in a paper towel,then wrapped it in duct tape and continued working.YEEHAW!!
When I got home,I washed it out,and put some Neosporin on it.
Not for nothing,I actually went to school with a guy named Neil Sporin.he was a great guy,very healing to be around.I also went to school with a girl named Sue Crets.Really.
So,all this thought of my high school class mates got me to think and reflect on my life.
Last week,in my social workers office,I was telling him my tales of WOE and i wasn't getting very far in trying to get in to see the doctor.I had just blurted out,"WTF? Whadda ya gotta do to see a doctor around here,blow yer brains out? HEY HEY!!
It was a nice ride home.The weather was quite nice.Very balmy. I was on the phone as I pulled up to my building,shut off the car and sat and talked for a bit.Just then,I saw not one,not two,but THREE police cars pull into the parking lot.
"Aww geez, what did those drunken-ass yahoo's that live accross the hall do NOW"?, I thought as I watched my landlord walk out the door.I was listening to my phone call,as I thought I heard the officer mention my name.......HUH?? I looked in the rear view mirror,as my landlord pointed to my car and the three officers swung their heads toward me and started to briskly walk my way,I had caught my reflection in the mirror........UH??DUH??
THE COMMENT!! It hit me like a ton of bricks!! They are here to come and get me cuz of the comment of blowing my head off.(I should know better but.............
I wasn't able to convince them that I wasn't going to hurt myself,so they called an ambulance to take me to the hospital for evaluation.Nice ride with the paramedic,as he asked my date of birth,he inquired where I had went to school,(Maybe he dated Sue Crets,or maybe even Neil Sporin) He started to talk about my old high school basketball team as I started to think about the $400 this ride was going to cost me,and that I was probably gonna be going away for a few days if I didn't play this right.
I get to the hospital and I am greeted by a lethargic security guard.a peppy nurse,as the paramedic told the WHOLE staff in a loud voice what I was being brought in for.At that point,I was wishing how this Mo-Fo was in my medicine cabinet along with the rest of my high school nightmares.I was brought into the little room,told to strip,put on a gown and the Psych.doctor would be in to see me.........................in the morning..............
I did get to see the doctor in charge,and I did tell him I am no danger to myself,or others and that he could just write me a scrip of my favorite anti-psychotic medication and I will be on my way.
Walking home from the hospital,thinking that every one driving by knew the ordeal that I had just been through,I thought more about my life,and just started to laugh.And for some strange reason, the song "My old school" by Steely "Dan came on in my head.How poetic.So I stopped at Walgreens,filled the script,got me a box of Mike and Ike's candy,and called a dear sweet heart to come and pick me up.
Just another day in paradise!!
You know the dirty,noisy dangerous work that makes you feel sore at the end of the day?
It did feel good to be with the guys,working hard,getting stuff done,listening to the local rock station that plays the same songs every day,at the same time.It was amusing to put controversial lyrics to the song "Simple Man" by Lynrd Skynrd.That has been a hobby of mine for years.I'm sure there's lots of people out there that like to do the same thing.
As I was swinging a hammer,and using a jig saw(not at the same time),it was inevitable that I was going to get hurt.The other guys I was working with did,so I kinda wanted to be apart of the gang,but not to the point of having to go to the hospital.(The last time I ended up there,at least for a physical injury,I had closed my car door on my finger and ended up passing out at the hospital)
When I got home,I washed it out,and put some Neosporin on it.
Not for nothing,I actually went to school with a guy named Neil Sporin.he was a great guy,very healing to be around.I also went to school with a girl named Sue Crets.Really.
So,all this thought of my high school class mates got me to think and reflect on my life.
Last week,in my social workers office,I was telling him my tales of WOE and i wasn't getting very far in trying to get in to see the doctor.I had just blurted out,"WTF? Whadda ya gotta do to see a doctor around here,blow yer brains out? HEY HEY!!
It was a nice ride home.The weather was quite nice.Very balmy. I was on the phone as I pulled up to my building,shut off the car and sat and talked for a bit.Just then,I saw not one,not two,but THREE police cars pull into the parking lot.
THE COMMENT!! It hit me like a ton of bricks!! They are here to come and get me cuz of the comment of blowing my head off.(I should know better but.............
I wasn't able to convince them that I wasn't going to hurt myself,so they called an ambulance to take me to the hospital for evaluation.Nice ride with the paramedic,as he asked my date of birth,he inquired where I had went to school,(Maybe he dated Sue Crets,or maybe even Neil Sporin) He started to talk about my old high school basketball team as I started to think about the $400 this ride was going to cost me,and that I was probably gonna be going away for a few days if I didn't play this right.
I get to the hospital and I am greeted by a lethargic security guard.a peppy nurse,as the paramedic told the WHOLE staff in a loud voice what I was being brought in for.At that point,I was wishing how this Mo-Fo was in my medicine cabinet along with the rest of my high school nightmares.I was brought into the little room,told to strip,put on a gown and the Psych.doctor would be in to see me.........................in the morning..............
I did get to see the doctor in charge,and I did tell him I am no danger to myself,or others and that he could just write me a scrip of my favorite anti-psychotic medication and I will be on my way.
Walking home from the hospital,thinking that every one driving by knew the ordeal that I had just been through,I thought more about my life,and just started to laugh.And for some strange reason, the song "My old school" by Steely "Dan came on in my head.How poetic.So I stopped at Walgreens,filled the script,got me a box of Mike and Ike's candy,and called a dear sweet heart to come and pick me up.
Just another day in paradise!!
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