What the..!!

Today, I got stung by a freaking BEE!! What kinda idiotic clandestine encounter is that?!?! I mean, WHO really gets stung by a bee these days. Almost never!! I mean, you'd that once we wipe out their habitats these freakin' insects would leave us be! Damn it!! The lil' bugger should be paying me rent for breathing my air!! ARGH!! Ok, so I'm venting at a tiny insect and yes I maaaaay be overreacting. But consider this little fact and you might come to understand where all these frustrations are spawned from. Firstly, I was on the way for my jam session and for once I was early! As in, I didn't have to run, didn't have to rush, didn't have to panic! I was at my own pace, strolling to my bus stop talking to my love on the phone. It was all good! Then, I got freaking stung! I screamed into the phone. Hung up with my boo, then called my mom; told her I was stung. She panics, then I panic and rushed back home for mommy to heal my boo boo. I walk back, light headed as hell, tight in the chest and breathing heavily, walking unsteadily as if I was about to fall, face blanketed with perspiration, and I thought I wasn't going to make it. I swear, I felt so damn vulnerable. I hate that feeling! So mom advices that I head straight to the doctor, and my nicest of nice brother drove me there and accompanied me throughout. WOW! I have such a sweet brother. "Life threatening" situations bring out the best in people eh? hehehe.. So anyway, I get to the hospital, get told that it ain't serious and was made to wait for the damn doctor. During which I tell my brother that we should bail since it wasn't serious. But it was then that my brother shared with me the horror story mom told him. Apparently she or my dad had a friend who got stung by a bee. felt alright, ignored it and went about his day. Come night, with the sun setting on this part of the world. So did the friend. His life spark dimmed and shadowed and left this world just as the light had. Hearing this. I of course freaked. I mean, who would want to risk it?! I'm only 24! Many things to do and accomplished. Hells no I ain't gonna risk it. So i pestered a male nurse and got him to jump my queue. I got stung by a fucking bee! I ain't gonna wait!!! So he bumps me up quite a bit and before I knew it, I only had 2 buggers in front of me. Soon, it was my turn. I went in, told the good man what had happened; he checks my blood pressure, checks my airways for swelling, body for rashes and my point of contact between man and bee. Hehehe.. Ahem.. Anyhoos, so he sees me for 5 minutes and I get out of there. I head to the counter where I find out that I had to pay the freaking hosital 90 fucking dollars for 5 minutes of the doc's most FUCKING precious time! WHAT THE FUCK!!! So left without choice I had to pay up, I mean I can't run! They know where I live! They made sure before I saw the fucker. Smart peoples they are no? No wonder their so damn rich.. Siiiiiigh!!! So it was $90 down the drain.. I didn't even get drugs.. I mean, meds from him.. Sheesh.. Mom was kind enough to want to pay for it all, but I had a conscience and wouldn't allow it. So I paid half. Of which I spent on booze but I shall elaborate more in this entry...

So anyways, I head down to the studio, almost tempted to by cab, by bus and examine my hand intensely. Moments of numbing pain and irritation but nothing more. So I concluded my examination and cursed under my breath. I reached the studio and jammed the remaining 45 minutes that we had and left. We hung for a bit and I smoked as much as I could puff. What? I got stung by a bee! I deserve it! Heehhehehehehe..

Come 5.30pm, we part ways and I headed to Holland V for drinks with old friends; Luke, Mel, Saf and Alex. We had our dinner and caught up, it felt like a million years since we last had a decent conversation and it was a bit awkward at first simply because there was so much to ask but so little time to do it in. So we spent a bit of time picking questions in our heads, before long we were chatter boxes without a stopper. It was great times. . . Dinner ended and we proceeded to Walas for drinks and waited for Mel who came at a late late 9pm. To sum it up, it was a fantastic reunion of friends, great beer, lotsa cigarettes, banging music by a room shaking band. A note though, I love The Unexpected's, or shirline's, version of I will survive! Man! Tickled my silly!!!

Alas, all good things come to an end... We had a quick bite at Modestos, smokes some more and left at 4+am. All in all... Had a crappy start to the day... I blew my $50... And with bills to pay... Not smart... Arg!! To all ye tight budgeters.. Don't blow your cash on booze when you ain't got none!

Cheers!!!

Kenster