Vent

[Epid3mic]

Ughhh...I am having the worst first weeks of school ever. I accidently put my stuff in the wrong locker, and while they were switching it, my lock was "stolen". For Cross-Country, the school lost my physical papers, so now I can't go to the first competition(and of course my Coach has a nice way of making it seem like my fault). My algebra teacher makes about as much sense to me as a quantum physics professor who only speaks german. I can't seem to go to english class without forgetting something. I'm still mad about that Cross-Country thing. I forgot to get the test sheet to raise my history grade. My right leg hurts. :(

[Guest Crimson Spider]

Man am I glad I don't have that problem. But if it helps, let me complain about my problems.

You see, at the beginning of this year, my P.E. teacher decided to make us do weight training. At the very beginning, which is very stupid. So he also decided to step up the weights to be heavier than they were at the end of last year. End, which raising them after sitting around for 3 months is very dumb. And on the second day, he decided to step up the pace and make us go nearly twice as fast as we did at the end of the year, which is very stupid. So about the 3rd day, I was spotting this indian guy (From India. Not a native American) who was doing inclined bench presses with 75 pounds. Now, after the second set. He started to struggle with the weight. Now, since I was on an elevated platform, I was pratically bending straight down. So he gets too darn exausted, and drops the weight. Now me, who spotting him [u]on my own, mind you[/u] actually fell off my platform because he had dropped the weight. I got back onto the platform, and I had to actually lift this 75 pound weight off this guys chest. He's only about half my size, so it is probably hell for him. Anyway, I lifted the weight as soon as I could, and placed it on the rack. The P.E. teacher, who was supposed to be watching me wasn't, so I had no help from him. So after I was done spotting this poor kid who was now breathing heavily, I had to do the exact same thing. So I did 14 presses the first set, and then the second (I was being spotted by another guy about half my size) I was only going to do about 6, but the P.E. teacher forced me to do more. I did about 4 more before my arms gave way. So I locked them into position, and put the weight back onto the rack myself cause lets face it: That little guy couldn't have picked it up off me.

So the next day, my back is hurting like someone took a baseball bat to it. I was glad that I didn't have P.E. Wednesday. So I went around with my back hurting, and annoying everyone (on purpose) about my back. So I go to sleep, and when I woke up the next day, I couldn't stand up straight! It hurt like I was shot (come into importance later), and there was this enourmous amount of pressure that forced me to lean forward if I tried to stand up strait. Against my fathers wishes, my mother took me to the doctor, which I was glad about because I had to take P.E. for an hour and a half that day!

Now in the doctors office, I played my game for like forever, and waited forever. I saw people come in and go out while I was waiting. So they finally call me in, and this girl forces me to stand against the wall straight, which I can't do, to get my heigth. So my back was hurting like a mutha. I waited another hour or so, until the doctor took me in finally. Then I waited for even longer (Finished game). Then the doctor comes in and makes me wear a moomoo. So I put it on infront of my mother and sister (don't ask me why she went with us). Then I waited. So the actual doctor came in, made me do a whole bunch of painful poses just to tell me he couldn't examine me and needed to give me a shot... rectally. :flasher2:

I'm like "What the crap!". So I agree from pressure from not only my back, which I was much worried about, but also from the doctors insistance. So now my sister and mother were going to watch me get a long, hard, thing shoved into my butt. So I wait for another hour, dying from the anticipation... or anti-anticipation to be more frank. So anyway, the nurse comes into the room, my sister and mother leave, and then she pulls my pants down, sticks this really cold peice of cotton swab on my butt. Then she shoves it in their, leaves it for about 20 seconds :faint:, and then takes it out and covers the hole with a bandaid. I'm just glad it was a girl, cause... you know.

So they make me wait for about 40 minutes. I am now in a lot of pain, and am not on this blue rock we call Earth anymore. Then the doctor comes in, asks me a question, then leaves! Why did I need to get stabbed and drugged in the butt for that!?:cussing:

So after that, I wait another hour or so until a nurse comes in to make us do paperwork. My sister is like: "What the crap is taking so long?!" And the nurse is like :"Well, we were waiting for the medication to take effect". But I found out that I am very drug tolerant and the medicine in my butt that was supposed to last for hours only lasted for 20 minutes. I guess that means I'm not that constipated :D. So then we fill out paperwork, then leave... limping from my crooked back, and the second and uneeded hole in my butt. I think they gave me the shot to make me goofy so I would sign anything or something. It isn't like I have any trouble craping, atleast not to the point of which I need a second hole.

So I was out of it for awhile, and laughed about being poked in the butt and made 2 sided jokes all day.

Well, that is what I went through yesterday.

[duelist22]

Whoa.....Stabbed in the butt. :eek: Scary scary stuff. Anyways, I remember getting a blood test for my medication, and they took 4 tubes!! Although thats nothing compared to a needle up your bum. :cross:

[Guest Crimson Spider]

I had to get a blood test when I thought I had an ulser (and it still hurts like I do.)

Anyway, they shoved this thick needle into my arm. 4 tubes. I think that's a requirement.

Anyway, it seems to me like the really thin, small needles hurt more than the thicker ones. Because I could actually tolerate the thicker needle being in my arm long enough for me to speed grunt "I'm henry the eight" about 10 times. But that tiny one in the butt! Man does sting.

[LostProphet]

[color=blue][font=arial]Nothing is more humiliating than Military Processing[/color][/font]

[Vegitto4]

lol. sorry will, but that sounded like.....hell. To say the least.

[LostProphet]

[color=blue][font=arial]Yeah...if it gives anyone an idea, there's a guy there I like to call the 'A** Doctor'[/color][/font]

[Skyrose]

Damn, and I thought life was pissing *me* off... sorry you guys had to go through that, Epi and Crimson o.o

[Guest Crimson Spider]

Relax. I laugh about it. I'm not miserable. I bet atleast half the people who read that laughed while reading it.

I just hope I don't have to get a physical any time soon. The proctologist...

Then there is this girl that grabs your nads and tells you to cough. Man! Why do they do that? Is it that our best friend not getting proper respiration going to affect us on the battle field?

[Guest Kitsune no kami]

Uuugh! I'm in Science right now. Does anyone here know how to find results for acidity tests for coke and pepsi? I'll vent later.

[Guest Kitsune no kami]

BTW, Duelist22, i LOVE your avitar!! Where did you get it? Kawaii! Kawaii! Kawaii! Kawaii!

[Mitch]

[size=1] Yeah, I like the vents.

There's this one right in front of my room, and it's so cool. It gives cold air out so that it's just so cold down here in my room.

I'd also like to vent around in a vent someday...like they always do in a movie. You know, some secret escape stuff.[/size]

[Kyo]

Well, it seems I'm not the only one with a horrible life.

[scrmngfangrl]

uhhh...i got stabbed in the boobs twice today by my friend, and it HURTS!!! well, not anymore, and i don't really understand math, and my crush wasn't in school today. meh, i geuss my life is quite mild.