Bunny bunny where art thou...?
All of the day to day stressers have started piling up; from worrying about having a warm meal to eat to being cold enough to shiver under the covers to not knowing if I will walk again to wanting to hold the woman that I love in my arms once and for all. It has eaten away at me slowly but surely. I remain as upbeat and as positive as I can. I wish I could see my baby. She has been there for me through many difficult situations and, no matter what, we kept it together. Although I don't care for the turmoil nor the drama, it shows me that THIS is not one dimensional. This can actually work! I think she can feel when I really need her or think about her because of past occurrences. There had been times when she has told me that she had a dream and either I had a similar dream or I called her the next day or something. It's crazy! Talk about being in tune with someone. We have never done the deed; however, we have had some really "interesting" video conversations. Ah hem... Anyway, I am in the hospital and I don't want to call her and say hey I'm in the hospital. I'm really really sick and i can't walk. And, oh yeah, I love you but I gotta go cause a nurse is gonna change my IV out. That's not how I want it to go down. Right about then my nurse knocked on the door. "Hello Ricky! What's up?" she asked. "Oh nothing much just partying and having a good time," I answered. "I am here to bring your pills and to give you a shot," she explained. "When is it gonna stop? My stomach is sore from therapy and all the needles that y'all stick in me," I said. "I know but look," she said as she tried to grab some fat on my stomach. "What?" I asked. "If you had some meat on you then it wouldn't hurt so bad," she said. "Hey, I lost quite a bit of weight. Besides, normally I have a flat stomach because I stay in shape," I responded. She watched me swallow the 13 pills that I was given and then she gripped a needle, full of blood thinner, in her hand. She raised it about six inches above my abs and then stuck me with one continuous stroke. "Ouch!" I yelled. That never feels good. "Okay now I will be back after doing my rounds and I will bring you some ice and a sandwich. Do you need anything else?" my nurse asked. "Nope and thanks," I said. When she left the room, my mind wandered and I thought about my bunny. I had some dirty thoughts and I remembered all of the sexy conversations that we shared. It really turned me on. It had been a long time since I had that "feeling" and I thought about doing something about it. However, there was no privacy. Should I do it anyway?
All of the day to day stressers have started piling up; from worrying about having a warm meal to eat to being cold enough to shiver under the covers to not knowing if I will walk again to wanting to hold the woman that I love in my arms once and for all. It has eaten away at me slowly but surely. I remain as upbeat and as positive as I can. I wish I could see my baby. She has been there for me through many difficult situations and, no matter what, we kept it together. Although I don't care for the turmoil nor the drama, it shows me that THIS is not one dimensional. This can actually work! I think she can feel when I really need her or think about her because of past occurrences. There had been times when she has told me that she had a dream and either I had a similar dream or I called her the next day or something. It's crazy! Talk about being in tune with someone. We have never done the deed; however, we have had some really "interesting" video conversations. Ah hem... Anyway, I am in the hospital and I don't want to call her and say hey I'm in the hospital. I'm really really sick and i can't walk. And, oh yeah, I love you but I gotta go cause a nurse is gonna change my IV out. That's not how I want it to go down. Right about then my nurse knocked on the door. "Hello Ricky! What's up?" she asked. "Oh nothing much just partying and having a good time," I answered. "I am here to bring your pills and to give you a shot," she explained. "When is it gonna stop? My stomach is sore from therapy and all the needles that y'all stick in me," I said. "I know but look," she said as she tried to grab some fat on my stomach. "What?" I asked. "If you had some meat on you then it wouldn't hurt so bad," she said. "Hey, I lost quite a bit of weight. Besides, normally I have a flat stomach because I stay in shape," I responded. She watched me swallow the 13 pills that I was given and then she gripped a needle, full of blood thinner, in her hand. She raised it about six inches above my abs and then stuck me with one continuous stroke. "Ouch!" I yelled. That never feels good. "Okay now I will be back after doing my rounds and I will bring you some ice and a sandwich. Do you need anything else?" my nurse asked. "Nope and thanks," I said. When she left the room, my mind wandered and I thought about my bunny. I had some dirty thoughts and I remembered all of the sexy conversations that we shared. It really turned me on. It had been a long time since I had that "feeling" and I thought about doing something about it. However, there was no privacy. Should I do it anyway?
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