I hate being sick. I am sick of being sick.
I think I am finally over it so I can start ranting my bullshit here.
I am at the doctor getting treated for my flu or whatever the hell I had. I am in there doing my best not to touch anything or anyone and then this old fuck sits down next to me. Picture a room with like 100 seats, 94 are empty and he sits next to me. Ok, fine, until he pulls out a hanky and starts gagging and snotting into the thing. Who uses a fucking hanky these days? Who knows what other bodily fluids he had in there. He hacking away in that thing and then he drops it on the floor onto my shoe. I am livid, but polite. Do I move? Do I stay and be polite? Then he starts talking to me about his ailments and every other word is followed up with a long clearing of his throat where he then re-swallows whatever came up. Get me the fuck out of here!!!! So here is my escape, sitting on the toilet, blogging this in real time. Thank god for iPhones!
