First, some free stuff.
The Neutrogena shop at phoenix mills. If you are really sweet, and ask for free samples, they’ll actually give you some. I have enough free wrinkle-free cream to look like a ceramic plate.
Next, the scam.
I got a violent attack of projectile vomiting on Saturday night. It got so bad that a had to take me to the hospital. If the pain and the throwing up would have been any less, i would have been excited. Visiting the emergency room at one at night. Would it be like ER? Or scrubs?
Nada. It was more like the Zee horror show. The doctor was obviously the guy who came last in class, and got dumped with the graveyard shift. He made me take X-rays, blood sugar tests and shot me with pain killers when all he had to do was give me some Mucane something liquid that settled my stomach.
The other thing is those kidney shaped vomit pans. What are they thinking? That I’m going to gargle out tiny bite-sized hors d’oeuvres. I’m like emptying my entire stomach in one shot dude. Get me a bucket, not this namby pamby little thingee.
Anyway, doctor-know-nothing tried to convince a that they should admit me. Thankfully a kept saying no, let’s first get her treated, then I’ll decide. Left to myself I would have done anything then, including written out my will in doctor-know-nothing’s name.
So by two thirty the stomach ache had subsided, and I managed to swoon into an auto to get home. The hospital bill had a large Get Well Soon printed at the bottom.
Ha. Like I believe them. Thugs.