Before I get started on today's post I thought it appropriate to add one last comment on last night's Vicodin/psychotropic medication experience:
"Aqua Teen Hunger Force" and "Shorties Watchin' Shorties" are a TOTALLY different experience when you watch them with Vicodin, 5 schizoaffective med's, and a dash of the ganj coursing through your veins!!! WHEW!! It was as if I was actually IN these cartoons. Or that they were some kind of portal to another dimension. Totally strange but kinda cool at the same time.
Today I had an appointment with my main clinic to go over my symptoms. Well, I wasn't able to see my regular doctor so I was stuck with this other dood. Let me tell you, this guy does not seem to want to practice medicine. I told him how it feels like I have a hot screw driver sticking out of my gut and he just told me to increase the Nexium (medication for my acid reflux in the stomach).
He prodded, pushed and poked my stomach until I streamed bloody murder. Finally, he said that I needed to get an X-ray at another clinic so that could get a better idea of what the fruit is going on with my stomach.
My latest opinion is that I have some alien growing inside ma belleh. Wow, and to think I might soon have my very own alien to love, and squeeze and call my own. If that's what happens then I am for sure going to name him Vern.
Why Vern you might ask? Well, it's simple really. I would want to make him feel at home with a nice, average, boring American name. Put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Anyway, then I am supposed to wait until next Thursday when I can finally see my main practioner and (I'm assuming) go over the X-ray results. I'm not quite sure what I am supposed to do about the hot, searing pain in the meantime, but I guess that's why I have the Vicodin, eh?! If I have to wait until Thursday though I am going to have to get a refill on the Vic., oh well. Hehe.
Not much going on in other news.
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