Comments on: “Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah” My Ass http://worthlesscripple.com/2007/11/21/zip-a-dee-doo-dah%e2%80%9d-my-ass/ Fri, 10 Feb 2012 03:21:37 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.1 By: Witchlin http://worthlesscripple.com/2007/11/21/zip-a-dee-doo-dah%e2%80%9d-my-ass/#comment-220 Witchlin Sun, 22 Jun 2008 02:19:44 +0000 http://worthlesscripple.com/2007/11/21/zip-a-dee-doo-dah%e2%80%9d-my-ass/#comment-220 OMFG, if I had known that that was happening to you I would have personally rescued you. I would have nailed that poster you gave to me once to all their tongues (The staff that is). I'm stunned but not shocked really. During one of my long hospital visits in Eng (2 mths), I got someone to bring in some of my posters and tape them up on the walls of my hospital room. Next day I got a visit from a psychiatrist and as it turns out there were complaints about my posters and he wanted to evaluate my mental stability but it took a while to get to the point. However, your story really makes me wish I knew you were going threw that, I seriously would have done something to get you out of there. That is just a hell story, worse than the wanna-be dentist story or your 'big day out' buying batteries. It really makes one wonder if the world has gone insane. Ok sorry, I know it is, so do you. I have home help once a week, a social worker once a week and a nurse twice a week. They are all pretty cool considering except the home help always uses the 'we' term and the 'Hun' term. I pretty much ignore it and pretend to be trying to sleep so I don't have to converse with her but God if I was stuck in that warehouse 24/7 with that and Sing Alongs. Where is the kerosene, set me on fire would come to mind ????? Hugs for surviving that. OMFG, if I had known that that was happening to you I would have personally rescued you. I would have nailed that poster you gave to me once to all their tongues (The staff that is). I’m stunned but not shocked really. During one of my long hospital visits in Eng (2 mths), I got someone to bring in some of my posters and tape them up on the walls of my hospital room. Next day I got a visit from a psychiatrist and as it turns out there were complaints about my posters and he wanted to evaluate my mental stability but it took a while to get to the point. However, your story really makes me wish I knew you were going threw that, I seriously would have done something to get you out of there. That is just a hell story, worse than the wanna-be dentist story or your ‘big day out’ buying batteries. It really makes one wonder if the world has gone insane. Ok sorry, I know it is, so do you.
I have home help once a week, a social worker once a week and a nurse twice a week. They are all pretty cool considering except the home help always uses the ‘we’ term and the ‘Hun’ term. I pretty much ignore it and pretend to be trying to sleep so I don’t have to converse with her but God if I was stuck in that warehouse 24/7 with that and Sing Alongs. Where is the kerosene, set me on fire would come to mind ????? Hugs for surviving that.

]]> By: imfunnytoo http://worthlesscripple.com/2007/11/21/zip-a-dee-doo-dah%e2%80%9d-my-ass/#comment-69 imfunnytoo Sun, 25 Nov 2007 18:31:38 +0000 http://worthlesscripple.com/2007/11/21/zip-a-dee-doo-dah%e2%80%9d-my-ass/#comment-69 When I was having my second set of surgeries at 13, my orthopedic surgeon was a drunken golf nut who breezed in after a round of golf the morning after the surgery to check on my progress...well, I'm obstinate about pain medication (In other words I waited till I was actually sweating and shaking in pain at 4:00 am the morning after post op to take any), and the "good doctor" used the royal "we" in adressing me: "Well, and how are *we* today?" The thirteen year old girl replied directly: "I don't know how*you* are, but *I* feel like shit!" When I was having my second set of surgeries at 13, my orthopedic surgeon was a drunken golf nut who breezed in after a round of golf the morning after the surgery to check on my progress…well, I’m obstinate about pain medication (In other words I waited till I was actually sweating and shaking in pain at 4:00 am the morning after post op to take any), and the “good doctor” used the royal “we” in adressing me:

“Well, and how are *we* today?”

The thirteen year old girl replied directly: “I don’t know how*you* are, but *I* feel like shit!”

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