i met the neighbors finally. well, i met them for the second time and this time seemed to stick more than the prior where they were blasted outside of their minds.
i met them regardless and was invited into a world of which i am not familiar. the civil war has apparently not ended, "our beer is your beer" mentality, they have a tap on their back poach and loose women circulate freely. i hate to say it like that, but sadly it is true.
i hate to say it, but i really think i was meant to be a doctor. i am too altrusistic to be real sometimes. one girl punch some guy in the face. i saw that she had an ice bag on her wrist, so when she came to the tap i inquired. i had had several gin and tonics with the intention of retiring early to notes from an underground...well i asked about her wrist and she seemed to be looking for real help. i sprung into action...not sexual.
i asked if i could examine her wrist. the answer was yes. I asked about the accident, testing of course for collier's one of the most common fractures. i have nearly broken every bone in the wrist so i was searching for all. i felt the bones for any omnipresent fractures...none...i them felt the phalanges, the fingers for fractures. she had complete mobility of her hand, fingers etc. i then asked her if it would be okay if i splinted her arm because it appeared to be a sprain and she needed to rest it especially while she was drunk.
i kept telling her that it would be dorky, but in her best interest. i then whipped out my knife and cut a cereal box...honey nut oats and fashioned a splint with a thumb brace. we looked for tape and could fine none in the apartment so we then went to another aprtment. by this time of course me leaving with her was interpreted as more than hmm altruistic, which in the modern world is a credit to me...?
but i found athletic tape and i made her a cast/ splint which turned out well and ironically was a hit at the party. funny how that works. it was a chore making sure this girl kept it on...casts such, this i know with my many breaks...
another girl was near to death as i had ever seen and i had to watch her...funny how this all works out. her boyfriend kept getting pissed that people were trying to help her. funny how that male ownership paradigm doesn't include care...i mean if she were his property, why wasn't he the one helping her instead of fending off potential suitors who were trying to make sure she woke up before she died or choked on her own vomit.
such it is life. the scenes were near almost famous to the extreme....it was oddly scary.
queerly funny how apt i am to being accepted to the community of the heavy drinkers and southern radicals though my views lay contrary...
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