Damn that Coleman.....

Is exactly what came out of my mouth when I woke up yesterday from my surgery.

I was high, of course. So I was swimming in a sea of drugs and all I could think was "damn that Coleman".
I didn't know I was saying it out loud though, until Scott oh so nicely brought it to my attetnion.

"Oh would you shut up!?" She yelled from her chair (where she's spent the majority of her time).
"Huh?" I asked, completely surpised and dazed, I was hardly even aware of her in the room till she spoke.
She leaned forward and took my hand. "Coleman didn't mess up, you're going to be fine. So stop cursing him."
Hmm...she seemed annoyed, I wonder why.

So yeah, I stopped saying it, but for some reason I was mad at him and I couldn't figure out why.
He did a good job- he must have, the pain was unreal, which ment he did it right.
I had just woken up about an hour after the surgery was done, so I was still groggy from being put under add that to the drugs and, well, you'd think you were acid. So of course I wouldn't be making much sense.

A while after that Coleman came in.
He smiled at me (and I was still high as a kite).
I didn't smile back, I just looked away from him.
He cleared his throat.
"So, how are you?" He asked, he sounded happy ...well good for him.
I rolled my eyes at him and grunted.
"You were dropped a lot as a baby weren't you?" I slurred.
"What?" He asked, his brows pulled together and he looked very surpised at my druged attempt at an outburst.
"I just had my leg ripped open -twice. How do fink I feel?" My trys to speak clrealy didn't work, so I gave up.

He nodded at me and just checked some things over and when he was done with that he turned to leave.
"See, the less you talk the more I like you!" was my good-bye to my cohort. He just gave me a "your lucky your stuck in that bed" look and walked out.

Scott hit my arm. " Are you nuts!? Can't you be nice to him, I know your high but geez."
I laughed. "Be nice? I'd reather play leap frog with a unicorn."
"God, I can't want until you get better" she said with an eye roll.
I grinned. "Aw, come on. You love me, even when I'm being a bitch. You wouldn't be glued to my bedside if you didn't."
"Luck for you, and I'm not the only one glued to your side you know." was her responce.
She flung herself back into her chair.

I got quite after that, everything started to slowly wear off.
I just layed there, staring up at the ceiling, letting my thoughts become clear.
It was like being under water and then swimming up to the surface.
It took a while, but my mind fianlly broke through the daze.

I still couldn't figure out why I was mad at Coleman.
So in a way I felt bad for what I said.
But Scott or Greg should have known how I would act, they should have put tape on my mouth.
Well... this is, after all, a learn as you go job.