NoFro
12-06-2011, 05:21 PM
I friend of mine is in the hospital in Arizona and he posted this rant on another BBS. I just have to share it..........
"When I was wheeled back into my room I discovered that they had snuck a new roommate into my room without even asking me.
It didn't so much matter to me that he wasn't the same race as I, because I'm not really prejudiced, or so I used to believe.
What I didn't like was his doting mother and grandma. Now this guy is probably like 25 years old and his name is Antonio. I think I'll call him Tyrone for short. Maybe Toby for even shorter, but I won't call him Tarbaby. Ok, maybe I will call him tarbaby. We'll see.
Anyways he gets wheeled into the room, and it's Antonio this and Antonio that. Antonio wan a grapejuice? antonio wan TV on? Are you hot, are you cold, where's the doctor, yadda yadda yadda.
Then granma makes the mistake of the hour. She proceeds to tell precious tarbaby about the wonderful woman she just met , and the fact that the reason the woman was so fantastic was because she was from California and not like the stuckup people in Arizona. Oh really?
Nice, lady.
Anyways these people are loud. So loud that I couldn't hear my wife on the phone kinda loud. She finally asked what the noise was all about. I then set about explaining the details about Targrammy, Tarmommy and Tarbaby. She told me to ask for a new room, but I knew the place was full so it was fruitless to even try.
After listening to them lecture Tony about breathing properly and coughing as much as possible to loosen the phlegm in his throat from surgery, they finally left.
The evening wore on. I was skipped for dinner, and it took a convention to determine if I could now have something to drink all the while T-baby sat there pounding his grape sodas. What is it about them and grape soda??
So I talked with him for an hour or so after dino gramma left. I even shared my dinner of reeses p-nut butter cups with the jerk.
Anyways it was dark, and I was in some serious pain. I had no idea about anything when it came to my knee, except that it hurt, was heavy, and was wrapped about four inches thick in bandages. The nurse came in, gave me a big whack of morphine and I was off to lala land.
I must have slept because I woke about 1 am to the sound of Tony's TV blasting full volume, which isn't much, but really is when everything else is quiet. That and his snoring.
I buzzed the nurses station and my man Mario showed up. I asked him if tarbaby was awake and he said no. I asked if he would shut the TV off, and he obliged.
Two minutes after he left douchebag was awake and the TV was back on.
I rang Mario again and passed him a note asking for a new room, or some headphones for Capt hack and snore. I also asked for some earplugs for myself.
Shortly thereafter I needed to take a leak. It was dark. I grabbed my bedside peebottle, and hauled out Mr. Happy. I stuffed him into the bottle and tried to pee. I really had to go, but wasn’t hearing anything going into the bottle. I tried it again, and nothing, but my dick kinda hurt. After further investigation, I found that during the operation, that had taped my dick shut. I’ve never had to peel duct tape off my dick before. It was a rather interesting sensation.
Before I knew it tarbaby was whining for pain meds. Unfortunately he had taken his allotment and spent his "Feeling good" time staying up watching TV and keeping me awake instead of sleeping.
Mario told him he was cut off for another hour or so. He left, and tony hit the buzzer again. This time a black nurse came in and told him the same thing. He then wanted to know where Mario was by asking, where’s that BOY who was just here? Boy??? He just called my white buddy gofer nurse BOY???
Imma gonna haf to make his time uncomfortable. I could no longer sleep, so I turned on the light, and began banging out this diatribe, as well as dropping cups and generally making noise.
I can't wait to see what today brings....
"When I was wheeled back into my room I discovered that they had snuck a new roommate into my room without even asking me.
It didn't so much matter to me that he wasn't the same race as I, because I'm not really prejudiced, or so I used to believe.
What I didn't like was his doting mother and grandma. Now this guy is probably like 25 years old and his name is Antonio. I think I'll call him Tyrone for short. Maybe Toby for even shorter, but I won't call him Tarbaby. Ok, maybe I will call him tarbaby. We'll see.
Anyways he gets wheeled into the room, and it's Antonio this and Antonio that. Antonio wan a grapejuice? antonio wan TV on? Are you hot, are you cold, where's the doctor, yadda yadda yadda.
Then granma makes the mistake of the hour. She proceeds to tell precious tarbaby about the wonderful woman she just met , and the fact that the reason the woman was so fantastic was because she was from California and not like the stuckup people in Arizona. Oh really?
Nice, lady.
Anyways these people are loud. So loud that I couldn't hear my wife on the phone kinda loud. She finally asked what the noise was all about. I then set about explaining the details about Targrammy, Tarmommy and Tarbaby. She told me to ask for a new room, but I knew the place was full so it was fruitless to even try.
After listening to them lecture Tony about breathing properly and coughing as much as possible to loosen the phlegm in his throat from surgery, they finally left.
The evening wore on. I was skipped for dinner, and it took a convention to determine if I could now have something to drink all the while T-baby sat there pounding his grape sodas. What is it about them and grape soda??
So I talked with him for an hour or so after dino gramma left. I even shared my dinner of reeses p-nut butter cups with the jerk.
Anyways it was dark, and I was in some serious pain. I had no idea about anything when it came to my knee, except that it hurt, was heavy, and was wrapped about four inches thick in bandages. The nurse came in, gave me a big whack of morphine and I was off to lala land.
I must have slept because I woke about 1 am to the sound of Tony's TV blasting full volume, which isn't much, but really is when everything else is quiet. That and his snoring.
I buzzed the nurses station and my man Mario showed up. I asked him if tarbaby was awake and he said no. I asked if he would shut the TV off, and he obliged.
Two minutes after he left douchebag was awake and the TV was back on.
I rang Mario again and passed him a note asking for a new room, or some headphones for Capt hack and snore. I also asked for some earplugs for myself.
Shortly thereafter I needed to take a leak. It was dark. I grabbed my bedside peebottle, and hauled out Mr. Happy. I stuffed him into the bottle and tried to pee. I really had to go, but wasn’t hearing anything going into the bottle. I tried it again, and nothing, but my dick kinda hurt. After further investigation, I found that during the operation, that had taped my dick shut. I’ve never had to peel duct tape off my dick before. It was a rather interesting sensation.
Before I knew it tarbaby was whining for pain meds. Unfortunately he had taken his allotment and spent his "Feeling good" time staying up watching TV and keeping me awake instead of sleeping.
Mario told him he was cut off for another hour or so. He left, and tony hit the buzzer again. This time a black nurse came in and told him the same thing. He then wanted to know where Mario was by asking, where’s that BOY who was just here? Boy??? He just called my white buddy gofer nurse BOY???
Imma gonna haf to make his time uncomfortable. I could no longer sleep, so I turned on the light, and began banging out this diatribe, as well as dropping cups and generally making noise.
I can't wait to see what today brings....