( Wed, Sept 11, 2003 5:33 p.m. )
Today was a really nice day. I had a blow up this morning, (that’s when I loose my temper and yell at everyone in sight), but I ended up having a good day. I’m not really sure if it was a good day, maybe it was just a pretty day. The weather was beautiful, the sidewalks were great to walk on, and the parks are just waiting for people to come have a picnic. To bad you have to enjoy it alone. Wouldn’t it be nice if there were one other person out there who you could actually talk to, and enjoy talking to them? Sure there are plenty of friends to say wassup to, but there ain't any you can actually sit down with and just enjoy the day with.
That sucks, why are all you young people so materialistic? One reason as to why I hate being around people in my age category. Make some time out of your day and just enjoy a second of it. You would be surprised at how much the world has to offer.
I wrote to the head of dispatching somewhere in Hamilton, I got a reply back telling me that I should sit down with a dispatcher for a while to see if this is what I really would like to do. That was the highlight of my day…
audio:The Ataris- Boys Of Summer
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( Thurs, Sept 11, 2003 12:00 p.m. )
"Peace is a necessity like food. Without it kindness starves and we all slowly die … and when we're dead there will be no special TV programs for anyone." S.Ally
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( Wed, Sept 10, 2003 9:00 p.m. )
I went to some place called Unitext today, outside york university...I was waiting there while a friend got a bunch of books she needed...I walk by some guy's table and knock down his sheet of paper, and you should have seen this guy. He went all mental on me..It was a sheet of paper, i caan't understand how someone could get so angry??
Some people are just crazy..Those university kid's made me feel like i was retarded, i felt so bad i went and sat in the childrens book section...Those are my kind of books, forget sociology and physiology, Thomas the Choo Choo Train is good enough for me..
audio:The Ataris- Boys Of Summer
( sometime in september 2003 7:02 p.m. )
..So0o…. I go to the hospital bright and early, go through a whole bunch of screening before I can actually go to admitting, once I get there I change and sit in the waiting room for a few hours. A litle passed 3 the doc comes in and tells me that they had to cancel my surgery. I just wish the would have told me this a little earlier.
So the nurse gives me my stuff back, and asks me if anyone will be coming to get me. I remember my mother telling me that our neighbor Bruce would be coming to get me, so i felt a little odd telling the lady the guy next door will be coming, so i said my "uncle bruce" will be coming.
When she asked me for his last name i felt like a moron, i had no idea how to spell my neighbors last name....Whatever. I tried …I think I spelt out something like ferangi…or something that sounded like it came out of star trek. The part that really got her was when she asked me for my “uncles” phone number. I had no clue. So I just hoped for the best answer and spat out a bunch of numbers…luckily I was right…
So after half an hour of the nurse interrogating me about who will be picking me up?
I finally made it outside the hospital mind you…north York general is in the middle of renovations. So I ended up at the emergency side of the building.right in front of there stood I think 5 security guards standing around doing nothing. One of them gave me grief , told me that i should not be using the emergency doors..Then he looked at me and said "Ma'am, im sorry did you have surgery? Do you need a wheelchair?"
I felt so pathetic, I had a belongings bag from the surgery department and I had a bunch of hospital bands on my arm.
“DO YOU NEED A WHEELCHAIR!! ROB GET A WHEEL CHAIR!"
I looked like I just had frigin butt surgery, because my arse was numb from sitting so long I couldn’t walk normally, and my face was pale, I dehydrated considering I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since the night before.
So I told him that I was suppose to have surgery but I was lucky today because they cancelled on me. Then after that I was told that this exit was for emergency patients only…Oh please…come on now. I think he felt sorry for me, i looked like a crazy freak, i explained to him that my "uncle" would be here any second.
So I stand and wait there for a while and in the distance I see this silver van speeding towards emergency and how did I know it was Bruce? Well firstly because he was speeding near the hospital, secondly he had loud reggae blasting out of his speakers, and he actually drove right passed me and then backed up and was hollering out the window for me…The gaurd must have been thinking, how are those two related..one's black and the others not...We look as a like as Steve erkle and the Olsen twins. The ride back was hell on wheels. We had to go pull over to the dentist and pick up Bruce’s daughters boyfriend…so once we picked him up…I had to drive all the way with these two guys yelling and hollering and beeping at woman…and telling me jokes that were so pathetically stupid...not the kind of jokes i wanted to hear after the kind of day i had...Never ever ever have your neighbor pick you up from the hospital...just some advice..
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( Thursday, July 31, 2003 5:04 p.m. )
Uh..WOOOhoo, i went to the doctors today and i got me some drugs for my stinking sinus infection, which i think i've had for over two week's..This biaxin stuff makes you feel really crappy..the doc said id be having the craps with it to..just awsome..
