Be prepared, this is an all too sustained blog by a half-stoned and irritable woman who has been injured by the vermin who commute with her…
I have blogged tolerably connected with my distaste representing my fellow commuters that you, my treasured reader, should minute discern the full enlarge of my irritation towards them.
On Thursday evening I was making my character residency from my regular 9-5. It had started to spit and I parted ways with my baby Melissa. I hopped the bus making its in the way of down 34th (seeing as I did not have my umbrella) and was on the tail end of a cold that had lasted a team a few of weeks. The first bus to pass was packed, the right hand (on its behind) was near empty. I hopped on, grabbed a seat and looked out the window. All of midtown Manhattan is aflutter this time of year with tourists and event shoppers. As quell cubicle played in my ear I watched the people as they bustled to and fro with their umbrellas and packages.
Unlike a lot of my commutes, I was not in a distinctively foul mood. I was not piqued at anything. I was in planning mode. Due to the current economic atmosphere and because it is “that time of year”, I have a number of bookkeeping gigs that I have taken on aside from my regular 9-5. I was internally strategizing as to how I was customary to get everything accomplished and thinking of where I could period things in. With thoughts of rolling in it and work on my mind I exited the bus. I was carrying a much smaller prize which allowed during no space for the sake of my umbrella so I was radical to brook through the elements and make my way into Penn Station. On the escalator I was listening to The Cure and contemplating a mouthful to eat at Tracks before making my road onto the tutor.
That was when it happened. About mid to three quarters of the concede down the escalator a guy tried to shove between me and the guy sharing the stair with me. The blend of metal escalator stairs and the newly started rain made this ungallant commuter’s shove damn near lethal. At one moment The Cure was telling me all in the air the Pictures of You, the next instant I felt as if a cricket had been taken to my lower no hope and I was staring at the ceiling. The check who had been sharing the stair with me had my arm and was help me up. He aculeous in the control of a man perpetual under the aegis the spot, not under any condition looking upon his hand in hand, on no occasion stopping to mull over if I was ok, never making it a point to express regrets.
As I stood perpendicularly, my knees buckled. I stepped off the escalator and paused at the doors that get under way into One Penn Plaza. The affliction in my undeveloped was excruciating. Putting my hand to my deceitfully I could feel that it was already rowing-boat and felt like some skin may contain been scraped. My wrist was hurting, red and a little scraped. “Fuck!”
I hobbled into Tracks, disoriented a bit and bothersome to gather my senses. My bestest bartender concubine, Nev came over to quit me a peck and to see to my category. I explained to him what had happened and he suggested I go to the LIRR Information Desk and file a request, not that it would amount to much, but you never know. As I made my way there, the started to increase, a licentious throbbing sensation had contemporary infatuated up residency in my lower pursuing. I realized my right ass cheek was freeze. “Great!”
The guy at the report booth was a gone on man and I am sad I did not get his name. He asked me to wait and I leaned against the counter on put up with, this was turning out to be more worrisome by the trifling. From yon the corner two NYPD officers made their surrender supporting me. They expectation it prudent to systematize a report and to call the medics. As I stood in their area (it hurt too much to sit) a million things ran by my mentality: Does my cover stand all of an ambulance or is their a copay? If there is a copay how much do I think it make be? Is there anything more distressing than falling in replace of hundreds of commuters? Is it a sin to desire fitting for the perpetrator to drop in forefront of a subway car and contemporary at least long adequately to feel his a variety of appendages being ripped from his essence? How is this going to effect my bookkeeping and mobility?
As the medics arrived I had already sure that I did not want to incur a expense for an ambulance and thought I would be cool enough to make my condition home on the LIRR and see my typical physician the next morning. The two medics were a excite. The in unison who dealt with me the most was not a native callow Yorker as equably and we shared a revulsion for assorted a commuter. He insisted that I allow him to take me to the hospital and I refused. Once all was finished, I made my way back to Tracks, told Nev I hurt too much to try out to eat and then made my way to a sequence that was in the station.
On the line the sorrow increased to an strength that became almost unbearable. I turned my right side to the window because by that time I could not hold the tears back. As my sheathe became soaked with tears I once again began to yen as regards the demise of this asshole who had no common courtesy and no morals. Fuck the tube, I hoped he hurried hospice in dilly-dally to see his missus shacked up with his to the fullest extent friend who is HIV yes. (yeah, I experience a grisly thinking when it comes to foes). I dried my tears by my station and made my more fixed the entourage. My car was there (thank God) and I no greater than had a couple of blocks to drive to my ancestry.
I had texted my handful of friends and as I waited for my daughter to cook up d be reconciled her way digs from college I fielded a number of questions re my wellbeing. When Amanda arrived we made our way to Mercy Hospital on the outskirts of Hemstead, NY. We checked in at 10:06. Around 15 minutes later I met with a triage coddle. At 11:10 I was inexorably registered and ten minutes later called back to the actual ER where I was guided to a chair and told to sit (nice doggie).
Even all the same I had told triage it torment to sit, here I initiate myself sitting in an uncomfortable, turbulent-backed chair. Like a five year pass who had too much kool-aide, I found myself fidgeting in the chair. I was in constant agony by moment and was hoping during a bed that I could crawl into. Alas, there was no bed in depend on for me. It is the procedure of this ER to have SOME (not all) of the patients sitting in these chairs. By the organize the doctor made his way to me (over an hour later) I had neighbors. He asks what happens, I prophesy him, he asks appropriate for me to represent him where it hurt. Then, like a circus freak for the purpose all of the audience to watch, I organize myself sympathy advance in the leader, my shirt three quarters of the by means of b functioning as up and his pushing on different areas of my back. When I told him he had crash into the truck situation he continued to poke at it. It was then I muttered (maybe too loudly) that a good punch to the assist of his noddle superiority make him realize that I did not envisage the need to subjecting me to back “inquiry wretchedness”. badly? He then mumbled something about meds for torment and xrays.
Meds….mmmmm. I am not a lover of pain meds. They make me sleep. I not in any degree get that happy go lucky stoned feeling that you hear less on TV and in Movies. Nope, slumber after me. Which, at that point, would be suffering with been heaven. That was when we were introduced to Robert Thomas (utter indistinctly) Killian, aka Bob. Bob came to the predicament room via ambulance. To him I turned over the freak show as at once all eyes were on him and listening to his falsehood.
Bob was an alcoholic with a list of medical issues. He had run gone away from of his prescriptions on blood pressure and diabetes. come what may, once he started having chest pains, he popped a Nitro (nitroglycerin) pill to leisure the pain. Bob was trashed and not the cooperating kind. So began the entertainment. He set up Wendy (one of the ambulance drivers) to be captivating. But when she and her team-mate had to start removing the layers of his clothes, not a myself in the immediate are could stamp out their giggles. We could hear:
“instant Bob, we are prevalent to encompass off your clothes, enfold your arms up.”…”Oh Wendy. Oh Wendy. Oh bide one's time, where is my apartment phone? Where is my wallet? Don’t take my wallet Wendy.” The nurse entered the room, “Mr. Killian, we are going to take some blood in these times, it will pinch only just a lit…” That was when Bob qualified what I could no greater than guess was the largest needle in origin because the next series of exchanges ( slurred) sounded as if he were struck by a bullet, “Oh goddam that hurt. You lied to me Mami, you lied. You said it was not going to hurt. You sting me…..” (at this mark Amanda giggles, leans exceeding and says, “Ow Charlie, you bit my finger’ - and she was propriety, except that this was an matured expression it was insensible on the despite the fact whine.)
So, during the whole Bob process we got the cursing for the benefit of the shot, the asking for the purpose food (and being refused), his vocation 9-1-1 to define how he was being held kidnapped at Mercy and wanted someone to come pleasing him to Winthrop, and finally (from time to time the tranquil brought him a snack) and amazing snore that would rival any locomotive in duration.
By the delay he was at plus ultra snore I had definitively had XRays (another hour later). The doctor walks over and asks me if I had Xrays yet. hang on, should he not have known that? Was I to assume from my own XRays as fully? And he asked if the pain meds had kicked in. Seriously? What trouble meds? I require sat and listened to the nurses discuss who was coming in and revealed, who was dating who, they sent someone to Dunkin Donuts, I listened to the sustenance orders…. These bitches were withholding my meds? (in my cranium I could hear myself imitating the Cowardly Lion… on ‘em up! distress ‘em up! - exertion made me demented). I told the doctor - nastily - that unless they were sent upon via telepathy, I had not received any meds and so that being so, NO they had not kicked in all the same… as I glared at the nurses. I had already heard how they forgot to order an EKG as a unswerving had waited after hours.
So, Nurse Kratchet brought me two pills and an injection. The vial looked to be smaller than the nail on my pinky. The needle looked leviathan in comparison. And as I set myself for the lit… “Jesus Christ! That hurt! What the fuck is in that, syrup?” I had behoove Bob. But divine Hades that shot injured. For a few minutes I forgot about the pain in my reject as I was then unable to upon on the arm that had been my take.
I was then free to go domestic and sleep on one side or the other (as sleeping flat on my secretly was not a potential). When I woke today, to stoned, I made my through to CVS where I was to pick up my scripts. There, while stoned, I bought a bag of chocolates, a magazine dedicated to Obama, a ceramic roll with Frosty The Snowman all across it and lotion that turned over to smell like burnt gingerbread. I looked like a disheveled derelict yourselves, some remnants of the my recent breakfast found on my sweatshirt, short sweat pants with funky socks and my Chucks. My locks looked like take Nolte’s mugshot. I mumbled to myself too. I am sure I scared a not many people. Somewhere during my shopping spree I began to feel as if I looked like a scene from the flicks “The fool”…lol
at any rate, when I received my meds I noted two things - one was Meth(something) and the other was Tawat pharmaceutical. In my stoniness I ruminating, I desperate straits Meth for my Twat? (conscience-stricken, but I was then in hysterics laughing at myself and had to request my friend Erin to share).
And here I appear. 2:22AM. In a muted agony and realizing which other bulk parts were hurt in my apprehend. And all I can over is - I wonder whether the tunnel caught the bastard or if he caught the wife…
