10-19-2021, 05:42 PM
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BILLS BULLSHIT
Bill’s Bullshit is a daily journal of William Fontaine de La Tour Dauterive’s life in which he vents about the things in his daily life that cause him some irritations or annoyances. Once a day he will write about these things in hopes of getting his anger out on pages instead of the football field.
09/26/21
Entry 4:
Well it’s Tuesday, my day of rest…or so I thought. I’ve been nursing a pretty significant ankle injury since our game yesterday and have been spending the majority of the day so far trying to convince our team doctors that I need some painkillers. This pain I have been suffering through has been unbearable. I literally couldn’t sleep last night because my ankle hurt so much. Needless to say the potent marijuana I bought from Bender Rodriguez isn’t strong enough to mask this pain. So here I sit, waiting for the doctor to return to probably tell me once again how it would be unethical for him to prescribe me anymore painkillers. I mean what is the point of putting our bodies through this physical torture during practices and games if we can’t have any of those juicy pills that make the pain go away? This is ridiculous, if I don’t get anything to take this pain away soon, I may just go postal. And while we are on the subject, how crazy is it that a doctor is the one who gets to decide if I get certain medicine and not others. What gives them the right to dictate whether I am in serious pain or not? How can they possibly know that my ankle isn’t as bad as I have described it to them? This is some sort of big sham and I just know that the pharmaceutical companies have a hand in these shenanigans. What will I do if I can’t get my medicine? I’ve been icing my ankle all day and it has done nothing to take the swelling down. My ankle is literally five different colors and I cannot put any pressure on my foot, let alone walk on it. I don’t even know how I’m going to be able to play in the game tomorrow, my ankle surely won’t recovered in time for the game. Oh well I guess if the doctor is saying that I’m healthy enough to play then I must be healthy enough. He knows best, right? I mean he is a doctor. I’m not usually one to complain about an injury but this pain is just too much. And we have a huge game tomorrow. I guess I’m going to have to hit my high school coach and see if he has any more of those steroid shots left. Man I can’t even remember how many times those steroids helped me back in high school football. Torn ACL, detached retina, those are just words when you smell the goal line. Nothing is going to stop me from competing tomorrow, not even these liberal doctors and their fancy degrees. But man oh man I sure do wish I had me some of those juicy magic pills that make all my problems go away. No, no I can’t. Not again, Hank will beat me up again if he catches me floating on those pills. I don’t think I can handle another Hank Hill ass -kicking.
Bill’s Bullshit is a daily journal of William Fontaine de La Tour Dauterive’s life in which he vents about the things in his daily life that cause him some irritations or annoyances. Once a day he will write about these things in hopes of getting his anger out on pages instead of the football field.
09/26/21
Entry 4:
Well it’s Tuesday, my day of rest…or so I thought. I’ve been nursing a pretty significant ankle injury since our game yesterday and have been spending the majority of the day so far trying to convince our team doctors that I need some painkillers. This pain I have been suffering through has been unbearable. I literally couldn’t sleep last night because my ankle hurt so much. Needless to say the potent marijuana I bought from Bender Rodriguez isn’t strong enough to mask this pain. So here I sit, waiting for the doctor to return to probably tell me once again how it would be unethical for him to prescribe me anymore painkillers. I mean what is the point of putting our bodies through this physical torture during practices and games if we can’t have any of those juicy pills that make the pain go away? This is ridiculous, if I don’t get anything to take this pain away soon, I may just go postal. And while we are on the subject, how crazy is it that a doctor is the one who gets to decide if I get certain medicine and not others. What gives them the right to dictate whether I am in serious pain or not? How can they possibly know that my ankle isn’t as bad as I have described it to them? This is some sort of big sham and I just know that the pharmaceutical companies have a hand in these shenanigans. What will I do if I can’t get my medicine? I’ve been icing my ankle all day and it has done nothing to take the swelling down. My ankle is literally five different colors and I cannot put any pressure on my foot, let alone walk on it. I don’t even know how I’m going to be able to play in the game tomorrow, my ankle surely won’t recovered in time for the game. Oh well I guess if the doctor is saying that I’m healthy enough to play then I must be healthy enough. He knows best, right? I mean he is a doctor. I’m not usually one to complain about an injury but this pain is just too much. And we have a huge game tomorrow. I guess I’m going to have to hit my high school coach and see if he has any more of those steroid shots left. Man I can’t even remember how many times those steroids helped me back in high school football. Torn ACL, detached retina, those are just words when you smell the goal line. Nothing is going to stop me from competing tomorrow, not even these liberal doctors and their fancy degrees. But man oh man I sure do wish I had me some of those juicy magic pills that make all my problems go away. No, no I can’t. Not again, Hank will beat me up again if he catches me floating on those pills. I don’t think I can handle another Hank Hill ass -kicking.
“My name is Dauterive comma Bill, I am also insane.”
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