Hospital Again

 Here I am in a hospital waiting room again. A woman just came out and said she understood that some people here have been waiting 3 or 4 hours. I took a tizanidine before I left, but that is not enough. Luckily, my dad stopped to get me nicotine gum and hand sanitizer. I would be totally fucked without those. Also fixed my bag so the keyboard case stays on the back better, without ripping through small sections tied. I used a different card reader and fixed the operating system card with my old 16gb pi3b+ card. That pi3 thing is just slightly underpowered. It loads games fine and 1 video fine, but a playlist of videos is too much for it to handle. The playback gets all choppy and glitchy.

I was feeling really poorly yesterday when I realized that metal music is the only language in which I can communicate effectively. Vigrid Field, Phasmydian Walking Stick and Veils of Sunken Varloorni prove that. I also realized today that it is the only language I fully understand when it is communicated to me.

I'm in a waiting room hall at the main hospital of the area. This place is packed with folks in need and I have to control my generosity here. There are 2 old men waiting here with me and 1 needs a smoke. I offered him a piece of nicotine gum. He didn't want it. The other guy is scraping for change to buy sodas. I get into a place like this and try to help others before I can help myself like the main character from Hells (2008 anime movie). I guess I'm more like her than I previously imagined. My story arc would have had some much darker times before I found my strength. It always does and I discover my strength in hell like her too. Once I leave hell, my power vanishes. Like the Besaid Aurochs, I can only win the Yevon Cup with a new player on my team. I thrive on variety and change, but not quite torture level. Torture level approaches quickly and I told a nurse the longer I wait, the worse my stomach problems get and I'm scheduled for a session of gut Star Wars in a few days. She predictably did not care enough to even write a note.

I've been here 24 hours and got less than 1 6-hour interval dose of pills that this hospital system prescribed to me. I'm not trying to claim someone else's or more than alotted. I told an office person that poor decisions inevitably come back to hurt the folks who decide on those choices. She took it as a threat when I don't have to lift a finger to make it happen.

The hospitalfolk gave me 2 different pills which each take an hour to work and told me they would clean my foot in 15 minutes when the pills started working. I told this bitch to have fun thinking that and cried while it hurt my foot. 

I'm too frazzled to go to the hospital. I just freak out the entire time inconsolably.