kalikink

OK . so where do I start.....First.. that is my new hair cut minus about 5 lbs of dreadlocks. Second.. I apologize for the pic. I look like a stoned heroin addict on a bender. I will have better pics later. May even do the makeup. I had a long night. The bf hadnt been feelin well the past few days. so I called to check in to see how he was doing. All day I got no answer and no return phone calls. late in the night I finally got a text message saying simply "very s ck alone" right away I got worried. So at 3am in a *cken monsoon. I drove 30 mins to akron. I called prob 16 times and resorted to throwing rocks at his window. I saw movement so I couldnt understand how he couldnt here me. I even bit the bullet and layed on my horn. (I am sure I pissed some people off) In my gut I knew something was wrong so I sat in my car and played tetris onthe phone for 45 mins occasionally calling or chucking a rock. (and yes I tryed the door bell too) finally I decided there was nothing more I could do besides kick the door in, and we havent dated long enough for me to do that.. so I left. I slowly pulled out of the driveway.. calling twice again to hope for an answer. I got about 15 mins down the highway and my phone rang. I picked it up before it even finished the first ring.. and all I heard on the other end was moaning and partial crys of "oooommgg I hurt soo badd,,, booobie (nickname) I hurt ohhh .... boom phone hung up...... his phone had a low battery.. kept hanging up.. so I immediatly pulled a duke's of hazard off the highway and did 85 the whole way back.. a police meat wagon gave me the flash of the lights and followed me till I pulled up into the yard and screamed past him to go upstairs.. he must have figured something was goin on so he left LOL (go akron police!) maybe it was cause i was wet and had big boobs.. who the fuck knows. any how... I got into the apartment and he was writhing around on his bed . speaking incoherantly about how bad he hurt all over. I thru on a pair of shoes on him and conned him into standing long enough to direct him to the wall. I grabbed all of his shit and sowly cohersed him to the van. I called 911.. and the women on the other end heard him moaning in pain. she got me to the hospital (not fimiliar with the area) .. when we got there.. his moans turned into blank stares, gritted teeth and violent tremors. I stayed there with him from 3:45am till 10:30am.. turned out he had taken 2 diffrent types of over the counter medications and his prescripsion asthma medication.. and had a severe chest cold and broncitus.. all of those factors mixed together.. not to mention the meds didnt mix. He ended up getting 4 bags of fluids, a shot for nausea, a shot to knock his ass out, and he got to drink charcoal YIPPY charcoal. for those of you that have never drank charcoal. it tastes like charcoal. and it did its job.. it stayed down there long enough to grab the bad and violently came back up .. and I do mean violently.. I think that was worse then the pain he was in to start with. So after 6 calls from him parents and some god awful ginger ale and graham crackers while i waited for him to wake up. I broght him back to my house and he slept for 12 hours. occasionally being woken up by me to give him his inhalor or toast or gatoraid.. I even went out and got him a frog... Its a family tradition.. if your deathly ill.. you get a present if you live. LOL I am not kidding.. my grandma has 2 dogs and had her living room and bed room remodeled.. (4 different things) .. and he likes frogs.. so he has 3 fire belly toads now.. 1 at which is a nubby only has 3 legs. LMAO insert frog leg joke here. ok so now its my turn to sleep... I called off work to do all of this so I have to work a double tomorrow.. the thing is.. I'd do it again tonight if i had to. sweet dreams all