Monday, April 26, 2010

Eat your Ikea bed frame?

I was once in the hospital for being severely dehydrated after getting the flu.  I was in 7th grade so I know you're all thinking, "She must have missed school!" but don't worry, I was hospitalized during spring break.  My mom taught me common sense.

At one point the doctor or the nurse or someone else wearing something equally depressing was asking me if I had had diahrrea.  This confused my father.  He had been looming over me, as they had just given me a plate of food after being on an IV for a while (days? Weeks? Time just flies when you're having fun at a hospital) and I wasn't touching the food, and my father was trying to say, "Eat your lunch," (at least that's what I think) but what he actually said was, "Eat your diahrrea."  Think he ever lived that one down?  But he did write it in the get well card my mom got for me, which was hilarious.  I mean, my mom and dad were there with me the whole time, it's not like my mom was sitting at home and read in the paper her that her 12 year old daughter was in the hospital and thought, "Maybe I should send a card..."

Speaking of this fun, they had put these little dividers in the toilet at the hospital so they could measure how much I was going #1 and #2 and comparing that with my intake.  Think I deposited anything in that #2 container that week?  Not with that cute male nurse running around, checking my toilet dividers, that's for sure.

This post was actually meant to talk about the bed that we got from Ikea.  My dad posted a blog and the only thing I commented was "Eat your diahrrea" and I felt like telling the story to someone other than my family.  Oh, only my family reads this blog?  Hi, family!

For some reason unbeknown to me, Jesse has had absolutely no problem with banging his shins whenever he walks around the new bedframe.  I, on the other hand, have been looking like this:

Attractive.  Also, white much?  Now, all of a sudden, Jesse is waking me up a million times a night (okay, maybe once or twice) from hitting the bed frame AS HARD AS POSSIBLE with his leg, thereby shaking the bed, jolting me awake, but just in case I'm still asleep he has to shout, "AAAAAHHHHHH, STUPID BED FRAME."  Because the bed frame has quite the sense of humor.  And is apparently kind of a d-bag.

Has anyone seen Suki?


  1. I think we need to goto Babies R. U.S. and baby proof our stinking bed frame.

  2. It is often difficult to distinguish the difference between hospital food and diarrhea.

  3. This post cracked me up. Unfortunately, your father was trying to sleep while I was laughing my way thru it.
    At the hospital, when I tried to get you to eat, you said to watch as you pushed the mashed potatoes with your fork. They didn't move. You said, "How freaky is THAT?"

  4. Ha! This was a funny post. I bought you the N'Sync album for you. Remember?

  5. OMG, I'm going to die laughing!
    But white is the way to go! Pasty is hot! (because, you know... Vamps are very in right now) ;)

  6. It was Backstreet Boys!!! I remember it clearly. And I also remember the inedible mashed potatoes. The jello was okay though.

  7. How you like the way I talk? I bought you the album for you. Me very smart.


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