Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2005-03-02 12:23:07 (UTC)

Understaffed Clinic

It's 0302, Wednesday. 651am. I'm not sure we really got that
wicked snow storm that was forecasted for our area. Then
again, I've not gotten around to looking outside. It just
seems ... pointless. If it's there then it's there. If not,
then it is not. Why would I need to know? I'm going to class
whether there is or isn't any snow. The environment won't
change my goals for the day. Unless, you know, there's

molten lava boiling up out of the surface, surrounding my
house in some kind of dreamy hellish state.

Yesterday was interesting. I had one of those days, again.
The day where I just felt nothing was going to go right and
nothing would go right. It didn't help that I was
suffocating, either.

I tried to go to the clinic yesterday, but the nurse
declined my visit. She said that I couldn't see anyone since
I didn't have an appointment. I looked into the waiting
room, and I saw three to four people waiting. It never use
to be the case that anyone would have to make an appointment
into a clinic. Are we that seriously understaffed? I mean
this is the University's health center I'm talking about. It
didn't really matter to me, because I was getting back my
ability to breathe during the day. I would have, obviously,
been more annoyed had I more difficulty breathing.

So anyway, I got turned away. We instead went grocery
shopping which took forever. I got home and I had internet
connection issues.

Speaking of yesterday, I wrote two entries that never
materialized here. They never materialized here, because I
wrote them on my "story" journal. It's been awhile since I
actually updated that journal. Actually, it's been more than
four months. It seems to me that everyone is writing stories
these days. Rose has been working on one for as long as I've
known her.

Rose isn't feeling so well at the moment. Perhaps that's a
bit of an understatement. As I recall, a few days ago, she
banged her head against the windowsill and she said she had
a bump on her head. She told me that she had a concussion,
but I thought she was just overexaggerating from the pain.
But I read now that it's a bit more serious than that. Well,
maybe not more serious, but she seems to be in bad shape at
the moment. Like I said, I thought she was just
overexaggerating, but I see now I was quite wrong. Although,
it did occur a bit odd that she would still be in pain
despite a few days having gone by. I guess that should have
been my clue something was not right.

She took painkillers, and I briefly wondered to myself what
painkillers would do to help that sort of pain. I don't
recall the brain having any sort of pain receptors. I mean,
the head has skin tissue and such, but the brain itself has
no pain receptors. It's why you can operate on someone's
brain while they're quite conscious.

I don't know. I'm not a doctor. I'm pretty sure that the
painkillers would have helped someone. I just don't like it
when she's in pain. It's not anything that anyone should go
through, unvoluntarily. Especially, Rose.

I keep forgetting to do the quote thing. Let's see ... a
quote. Why is it that all the ones I can think of are all
the cliche ones?

Well here's one that's from my "story" journal, more or less:

"The things you should be most afraid of are not the ones
you can or can't see, but the things you imagine to see."

I should really get around to making it public. Even if
there are only like, six entries. Although then again, I
wonder if this site is the proper place for such works? I
don't know. I mean, I saw this one journal here that
featured sex advice. Not to mention another that was all
about erotic fiction.

Then again, my six entries aren't even entries for the
stories. They're more like, background information designed
to help me keep my ideas existent.

I think, I might endeavor to make my entries more compact
and shorter. At least, so as to induce a more readable
atmosphere. I find that even when I read my own entries, I
tend to skip around. I think, the fact that I can "skip"
around and still not reach the end of my entry is evidence
in itself that I write pretty long winded entries. I think
the thing is, when I stop writing ... I try to find more to
talk about as opposed to just ending it right there.

Kind of like that last paragraph.

At anyrate, I think I'll end this here since I have
seemingly run out of things to talk about. I'll probably
write more later today. Maybe.




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