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BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 176<br />

hand under from the outside, and one from the inside. Then they had to lift at the same<br />

time and same speed. Otherwise, I faced a personal disaster, and I told him that wasn‟t<br />

on my wish list that day.<br />

Oh, no. This big prick knew it all. What right, or reason, did I, the stupid ass<br />

with the crushed leg, have to tell him what to do? So, all filled with attitude, he put his<br />

negative plates on the mattress, then reached for my leg. One hand lower, one hand<br />

upper. His hands were about in the middle of each, very nicely placed to do it exactly<br />

wrong. When he lifted my leg, a hand beneath each major break, the jagged ends of<br />

bones rubbed against each other. The medical term for my condition at that precise<br />

moment is “ungodliosis painititis”. Speaking technically, that fucking hurts!<br />

I had a partial remedy. I hadn‟t had anyone empty my urinal yet that day. It was<br />

almost full. Too full, actually, to be used again until someone emptied it. Therefore, I<br />

emptied it. In his face, on his chest, and all over his hair. Not only did I scream every<br />

dirty word at him I‟d ever heard, I think I may even have coined a couple new ones.<br />

Honest to God, boys and girls, I think that siege of pain was worse than what I felt after<br />

coming back to life there at the accident scene.<br />

<strong>My</strong> screams brought everyone wearing anything white on the fourth floor into my<br />

room. I‟m sure the look on my face testified under oath I wasn‟t lying about a damned<br />

thing. I even threatened the idiot, telling him I was gonna kill him.<br />

Yeah, right. How, stupid? I couldn‟t even move. Couldn‟t get out of bed if the<br />

damned place was on fire. I‟d already done the worst thing I could do to him, and I know<br />

he stank to high heaven, „cause I could smell him all the way across the room.<br />

The nurses got him out of there right away, perhaps in hopes it might chill out my<br />

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