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Three months ago, something embarrassing happened to me. I had the bad habit not to wear underwear. Didn't think about it but then it happened. I was walking across the street and got hit by a car. Because I bled very badly, an ambulance came, drove me to hospital and there, a young, handsome doctor came in and said he needed to check me. I refused but after a while, I had to agree.
The highlight was, I hadn't shaved in a long time....
Since then, I always wear underwear.
I am at the hospital right now. It was a standard procedure, but I have to stay here for 5 days in total. It is day 2 right now and I would like to say that the nurses here are so rude!!
They are unfriendly, do not smile, only talk to rant and snarl at you.
Is it too much to ask to show a bit of kindness? Especially when you are working with sick people? It is not like it is their job to take care of people and I think that also includes some kind of courtesy and friendliness?
But the doctors are the complete counterpart - always happy, friendly and take their time to treat us patients right.
When I am out of here, I will stop smoking altogether. I will never set another foot in a hospital as a patient again!
While at my regular hospital appointment I went to the nurse for her to take my blood for tests. She said to me not you again and as usual we flirted. She said you will feel a little prick. I told her that if she was lucky she could feel more than a little prick. She opened my trousers and pulled my cock out and we fucked on the desk.
I am a very bad girlfriend and very selfish. I have the best boyfriend in the world and I love him so much, but unfortunately we are not able to see each other as often as I would like. We live in different cities and because of our working schedules we often see each other only every two weeks on the weekend. My birthday is coming up in 3 days and I was soo looking forward to it because we had planned all kind of awesome things together...
But he texted me this morning at like 5am and told me that he couldn't make it tomorrow and that he could not be there for my birthday because he's in the hospital... Appendicitis... His surgery is scheduled for tomorrow.
Of course, I was totally shocked when I read that! But I have to confess that I am very disappointed because I was soo looking forward to the weekend and my birthday. We made so many plans and now they all fall flat...
I know, I should be worried because he's in the hospital and all... That is why I need to ask for forgiveness. I am a terrible person.
I love acting out and getting myself into mental hospitals. It's just so fun, to make a big dramatic hooplah and get everyone's attention. It is the ultimate in real-life trolling. Yep, I'm nuts anyway, I just love exploiting those places for interesting company. Three squares a day, roof over your head, sure it gets boring, but I love the drama. I am such a pathetic attention whore and I do not care.
Also, I'd love to turn into a beautiful sissy transgender female, and become an adult film star so I can finally have all the validation and love a person could ever want. Yeah, I'm big-time BPD omega bio-male, so sue me! I reckon I am transgendered, in some way at least. Kisses
Some years ago, I was around 11, I visited my mom in hospital. She's a nurse there.
I got there by bike and in front of the entrance are bicycle racks. I put a security lock around the front tire and went to her ward.
When I came back, I remember seeing that woman, standing in the entrance hall with one of the security man and they are discussing about something. I went out to my bike and noticed that I put the security lock around the wrong bike. There was another blue bike right next to mine and I had mistaken it.
But instead of taking the lock off, I just took my bike and rode off because I was too scared of the consequences.
My brother and I had a huge fight today. I even can't remember how it started but he kept saying bad things and I replied with even worse things. We fought our way through the whole house into the garden where I threw a hedge trimmer out of rage and anger.
Unfortunately this stupig thing hit my brother. On the head.
He had a really bad head injury requiring stitches.
I feel so bad right now. I didn't throw that thing on purpose at him! He's still in hospital right now. I hope he can forgive me.
Today, I had a fight with one of my former best friends. I beat him up so bad that he had to go to hospital.
Several years ago I purposely slit my wrist while cutting up boxes. I made it look like an accident. It did not bleed as I missed the vein. I got scared and rushed to the hospital to get stiches. I lied to the doctor about what happen to avoid going to see a therapist. I now have scar as a reminder. I guess it wasn't my time to go yet.
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