Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Bag frarm the bed, I mean ved
I yam bag frarm the ved. Dr. Park. She ees OK. Preedy. Sof'boice.
I nearlee born their house down. I scream I yell, I growl, I swear eberywor' I know.
They TOOGH. MY. BLORD!!!!! Wha' kine' ob people do these???? They deen' eben as'!!!!
Then the Woomna say to the teghneecian when he breeng me bag: Are you OK?
She as' heem, nard me!! Me, I yab been screameen' por fibe meenutes baghstage, while they drain my libeblord. Deed he scream? No! Because he had glorbs!
They wor ber' eempress thad we brough' my pee sample. Steell warm. They wan' to know how. The Wooman say, Saucehair.
Como? they say.
Small saucehair, she say. You yos slide ondhair the cad when he maghe pee, he pee een saucehair. Ees easy.
Y I yam a pro. I weell do anytheen' y pee anywhere y eensi'e anytheen' eef eed aboids the terreeble catheter. No. Bad mammories.
Also. They toogh. my. temperature.
I ged resolts manana or Friday. Ees keedneys, or diabetes, or thyroid...or...sormtheen' else. We know thad. We know thad.
Y now? The geese are flyeen', an' seengeen' high aborf the house. Fourtime tonighd. Ees coldehair. The Wooman weell go away soon. Always, she leab me. She say she hab to wride a boogh. Bod these time the Smoothman weell stay weeth me.
Eed weell be OK.