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Friday, April 16, 2010
Do Doctors Ever Bring Good News?
Well Johnny Was Complaining (Like You Know How He Does) He Was All "I Dont Feel Good!" And Tired And All That Junk. So He Had Me Drive Him 2 The Doctors. He Described His Problems.Well Johnny Got A Few Blood Test And We Waited In The Lobby For Awhile.... And Drew A Pic Of Brookie Waiting, I Was Almost Done. You Know I Should Become And Artist Cause Damn That Was On Good Picture. Well Johnny Got A Few Blood Test And We Waited In The Lobby For Awhile.... The Doctor Called Johnny In And He Asked Me To Come With Him. It Felt Just Like A T.V. Show, The Way The Doctor Sat Down, Sighing As He Did. "Johnny, Your Test Results Came Back." His Voice Was Like A Teachers When They're Telling You That U Failed A Test. "We Got Some Bad News," This Made Johnny Breathe Irregularly. I, Just Stopped Breathing. Darry Started Off With Something Simliar To That When They Had 2 Put My Dog To Sleep. "You Got Type One Diabetes." My Hearing Started Zoning In And Out.Johnny Swollowed Hard "Whats... Whats That?" He Said Shaking A Little. "Is Johnny Gonna Die?" I Said Yelling Trying 2 Drown Out My Heartbeat, That Right Now Was All I Could Hear. The Doctor Laughed. "This Is A Serious Thing! JOHNNY IS GONNA DIE!!!" I Started Yelling Again. Johnny Just Staired Waiting For The Doctor To Answer His Question. "No," The Doctor Said Seriously Again "He'll Be Fine If He Watches His Blood Suger." We Where There For Who Knows How Long, Figuring Out What 2 Do When Your A Diabetic And How To Use All That Junk. At The End, I Didn't Know What I Hated More. The Doctors Office Or The Hospital.