THE αят OF LIVING [clifford au] on hold

idiots {michael}

❝It never fails to

amuse me, how

living, feels a lot

like dying.❞

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These doctors are idiots.

A bunch of jackasses; assholes; anything you would want to call them, really.

So it didn't surprise me when I was [quite rudely] interrupted from my usual boring routine of sitting in my hospital bed, and watching Doctor Who.

Occasionally I would watch how I Met Your Mother, just to shake things up a bit, but for the most part, I watched doctor who.

Anyways, back to what I was saying.

"We've got good news and bad news, Michael, the cancer is spreading, and since you refused chemo, we have no choice but to releaseyou from this hospital. Congratulations, you have been officially discharged."

Well, I guess this means my mom is going to force me to go to those group counseling sessions she's been talking about lately.

I wonder if I can cancer-complain my way out of them. Maybe finally being able to live at home won't be so bad.

That is, until my mother bursts through the door.

"Oh *squeeze* Mikey, *kiss* I'm *hug* so *breathe* happy! Nowyoucanbeathomeandicanhaveyouclosertomemedeargodyoumustbeexcitedillgotelltheentiretownyourecominghomeandallyourelitives!"

Blah-freaking-blah.

I'm starting to regret leaving here already.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but sometimes she can be a bit...clingy.

So, as I watch my parents pack up my stuff, sit helplessly in my bed [wimpy and quite weakly actually] I make a mental note to lock myself in my room when I get home.

Those damn doctors are idiots.

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k, i edited it. enjoy the fancy italic/bold shit