Norm Falls And Sustains Trauma
March 11th 2009 01:01
The greatest genius in the entire Western literary tradition Norm, has fallen and hit his head on his PC, sustaining potentially permanent head injuries that doctors say they couldn't care less about.
"Do you know what day it is," they asked him.
"It's today, of course," Norm replied.
"Yes, but what day of the week is today?" they responded, unkindly.
"Today is the day before tomorrow," Norm replied.
"Yes, but what day of the week is it?" they asked.
"Today is the day I hit my head on the PC, and woke up surrounded by a large number of people who are so attached to themselves they can't let go of themelves, and some I count as friends and some I count as making up the numbers and some I count as worthy adversaries and some I count as both, and some I count as none," Norm said.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" they asked, knowingly.
"They're your fingers," Norm replied, scratching his arse with his scrotum.
"I'm asking you as your doctor," they said, pressing a finger into his soft head.
"I'm telling you as your patient that you went to medical school and you don't even know how many fingers you're holding up," Norm, growing vegetables, snapped.
"You're not worth worrying about," they said.
"In case you don't know, I have a personal issue with the medical profession," Norm prescribed.
"You're a pointless child," they said, checking the chart.
Am not.
Are too.
"Do you know what day it is," they asked him.
"It's today, of course," Norm replied.
"Yes, but what day of the week is today?" they responded, unkindly.
"Today is the day before tomorrow," Norm replied.
"Yes, but what day of the week is it?" they asked.
"Today is the day I hit my head on the PC, and woke up surrounded by a large number of people who are so attached to themselves they can't let go of themelves, and some I count as friends and some I count as making up the numbers and some I count as worthy adversaries and some I count as both, and some I count as none," Norm said.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" they asked, knowingly.
"They're your fingers," Norm replied, scratching his arse with his scrotum.
"I'm asking you as your doctor," they said, pressing a finger into his soft head.
"I'm telling you as your patient that you went to medical school and you don't even know how many fingers you're holding up," Norm, growing vegetables, snapped.
"You're not worth worrying about," they said.
"In case you don't know, I have a personal issue with the medical profession," Norm prescribed.
"You're a pointless child," they said, checking the chart.
Am not.
Are too.
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Comment by Optomistic Opportunism
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Phone someone who cares.
That's what the doc said last time I entered the surgery with head problems, and I feel I should pass this advice to you, Norm, Oh great champion of literacy!
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is that what they are calling it these days?
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It's alright though, I'm in the early stages too.
-Failing memory
-Changes in behaviour
-Lack of coordination
I tried to duck a fuck the other day, and all I ended up with was a handful of feathers...
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