2005-07-22 - 9:44 p.m.
So diaryboy let me ask you a question. What happens when you fall from a ladder from about 10 feet high.
The answer is i almost killed my fucking self.
Moms left this fucked up long list of things she wanted me to do over the weekend.
My first thought was what the fuck did she think i was; some uneducated, sweaty ass laboror?
What the fuck do i know about
trimming bushes and shit, or my favorite cutting the vines that have grown up the front gate.
The very vines that im sure as hell moms said she like how they winded themselver around the gates poles and have climbed up the lenght of it, just about a month ago.
So being the good son who was pissed at having another day ruin with bullshit chores, i got out the big ass ladder, tied and drove it to the front fence on the side of the lawn mower. put it against the fence and i guess woke up some bee's or honest or some other mean ass flying insects that came out in numbers after me.
I fell back from the ladder when they bum rushed my head and fell to the ground with my right hand out to break my fall then BAM i hit the ground like a sack of potatos, twisting my right hand.
I layed dazed for i don't know how long and lucky for me those damn killer insects must have thought i was dead or thought i just disappeared from sight because there i was falling back and then there i was on the ground in 0 seconds flat.
Before i got to the house my hand had swelled up the size of a grapefruit.
It was hugh. I was sure i broke it. I couldn't close my fingers it was so swelled up.
I called 911 and when asked i told them my age and moms tel and cell numbers and was glad as hell when the ambulance came up to the gate where i was standing after having to move that big ass ladder from out of the road.
The doctor said i sprang my wrist, so i guess i got off pretty easy except for the fucking pain.
I told moms she should have added that i spray the vines with insect killing spray before i cut it.
She didn't bite. I wanted to fight, i wanted to argue about these bullshit work details shes been giving me, but she didn't respond to any of my starting an argument points.
When we got home i told her that the medication the doctor gave me was making me tired so i came upstairs that was about 5 hours ago and i haven't been back down stairs sense.
I was feeling tired but that because i hadn't been sleeping well, it seems like over the last 3 days i've been unable to get to sleep until after 3am.
I will be so damn tired but when i lay in bed i might sleep for 1/2 hour at a time and im up about 5 times before i fight off the tiredness and stay awake and then around 3-4am i get this feeling that i can now sleep and i will sleep until about 8 or 9am, then i will fall into nap after nap when i sit on the pool or lawn chairs.
Tomorrows Saturday and i hate to play the bullshit im mad at you game but moms has got to learn a lession, she just can't think she can dog the fuck out of me, and ignore the good son shit i did for her yesterday with the roses and shit and get away with it.
Sure diaryboy i did the good son thing yesterday to get out of work, but thats irrelavent, i did it and thats all that should count. And what did i get for in. NO thank yous, what i got was another list of shit to do and one of them almost got my ass killed.
So tomorrow im gonna stay away from Cruella De Ville.
DINOBOY
