The sun-traced shadows moved ever so slowly across the cell floor as I watched a cockroach skitter across the zebra'd shadow zone up the wall and out the bars to freedom while I choked back raw emotion and etched another mark on the wall, counting the days as they dwindled by.
A feeble rat infested mat lay in the corner, serving as my bed. A worn out thin sheet was my blanket and part time confident. Lonely cries echoed in the distance from other cell mates. 'How many," I wondered. 'How many others are here? Five? No more than six.'. It was hard to tell because I haven't seen any of the faces associated with these bitter sounds, distorted by long dank hallways.., sounding almost like Humpback Whales at sea. That lonely cascading wailful droning.
I reach down and touch my injured foot. At least the swelling has gone down more. Its almost back to normal. One of the screws dropped in and told me I could see the camp doctor tomorrow If I follow orders and do what I was told. I still haven't forgotten that beating on my last escape attempt. My foot is a reminder of that event.
Ah! What's that I see near my mattress!? A single chard of a Frito's chip!! I scramble over quickly before the rats can spot it and carry it away. Grabbing it I stand on my one good wobbly leg - "You kin beat me all yew like - but yew'll nawt be taken' muh FRITOOOOOES!"
Posted at 06:42 pm - Scribbled out by
Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
A Strange Conversation with my Alter Ego, a fat scotts version of my self
AE: (with Scottish Accent)
Oh! He's a wee kry beh-beh. Krryin oer his witsy bitsy faht futseh. Go eh hed beh-beh. Krry!
SELF:
Oh shut up. My foot hurts when I get up in the mornings. It really, really hurts. At least the swelling is gone down a little more. A little more than yesterday anyways.
AE:
Oh! Sew yerr futseh's swellin' as geun dewn? My Gawd lad! Leuk at et!! Et leuks lek a freakin' rrradish-red rhinu frrum the Surrin-Ghetteh. Ya krry beh-beh. I keud tek the pehn an eet et lek eetin' eh peurter stek Gnyum-gnyum. Wetch meh eet et, laddy. Gyum-gnyum. **smacks his fat lips for emphasis**
SELF:
You are starting to get on my nerves my fat friend. Back off. And I mean back off NOW!
AE: (mocking)
Oh - sew 'yew better bahk off, neow. Aye mean et'. Goo ahed laddy buck. Ya freakin' krry beh-beh. Give et yerr best sheut. Krry, krry, krry. Kry beh-beh.
SELF: *** dave socks self in stomach**
AE:
Whoa! Thaht reeleh hurt laddy buck.. that REELEH HURT!
SELF:
Oh? Whats this? You stinking cry baby. You got a tummy ache? Hmm? Run home and tell mommy about it. Cry baby. You are sooo pethetic. Boo-hoo-hoo. Muahahahaa! - oooh - that did smart didnt it. ***holds stomach**
Posted at 07:37 am - Scribbled out by
Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
The news is - last night before retiring to bed, I noticed some slight decrease in swelling. This morning I noticed the foot has decreased a little more. Still swollen, no doubt but definitely showing signs of recovery - except for the redness which has not abated one teensy bit. The new antibiotics must be doing the job.
Note To Jerry: "The Nixon Disease" of which I spoke can be explained by my earlier diagnosis of Plebitis and checking Wikipedia (
Click Here).
It was mentioned that I should be checked for diabetes - my last blood check said all was well some few weeks ago and am scheduled for more lab work on the 18th. Of course they drew blood yesterday I assume just to test for gout.., and not sure if they'll test for anything else or not. Seems to me Dr. Quack should have tested for gout last Friday when I was there in the first place, but he didn't.
Well - I gotta go for now. The more I'm off my foot, the quicker it'll get better. I couldn't connect with the ISP this morning to update this when I wanted. We had some storms meander through probably messed up their equipment. Hasta lavista!
Posted at 01:35 pm - Scribbled out by
Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
The waiting room. There he sat across from me. Mister Mouth. A stranger but it didn't take a genius to figure out he was all mouth, and he loved to talk. Yap, yap, yap, you couldn't switch him off. "Do you know how much it costs to have a tooth pulled" he asked me. "No," said I.
"A thousand dollars. Can you believe it? A thousand dollars" says he. I raised a brow, "Cant say I do believe it says I." and with that I hobbled outside for a breath of fresh air and to get away from brain boy aka Mister Mouth.
The nurse called me inside and I met with the Doctor. I knew I wasn't going to like this and half expected it. "Looks like you're going to the hospital on this one."
"Lets not and say we did", says I. "Lets do something else. I don't like that hospital of yours, I really don't". So we settle on a trial of new antibiotics and very strict rules of keeping off my foot and have it elevated above my heart 4 times a day, thirty minutes each session and no less.., more is better.
I go back Monday and if its worse or no better I go to the horspital. Of course if it gets worse between now and then I go to the horspital. Hopefully this new game plan will work. Also he FINALLY thinks to test for Gout - in which case Herb and a few others would have been right all along should the test turn out as such..
I gotta go now. Have to elevate that foot ya know. TTFN
Posted at 01:03 pm - Scribbled out by
Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
Calling Dr. Seuss, Calling Dr. Seuss
It's about 2:am-ish and my foot looks like a baby Goodyear Blimp and is proceeding to swell up into my leg. The foot, is turning blue in places and dark red, almost purple in others. I popped a pain pill and thinking like I may be going to see Dr. Quack and demand something be done.
I'm not even sure he diagnosed the problem accurately and wish a million times I would have known what doctors were like in this area before I moved out here. Oh well. God forgive my aggravation. They say there is a reason for everything and I guess a lesson is in this somewhere. Besides just looking for another doctor that is. Trouble is I may have to travel a hundred miles to find a decent doctor. These guys around here don't seem to be with the program.
If by some chance the foot swelling is completely gone in the morning - I wont need a doctor. But then I've been thinking that for the last six days or so. Well - I am off to try and get some sleep. Prayers appreciated. Those who don't believe in praying - send money. Money may not be a good substitute but I'll take it just the same. Laterz
Posted at 02:12 am - Scribbled out by
Daveman the Cool
-Alternate Reality Speak-
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