what a s****y ten years

White board, flowers, beep, beep, beep well this is s****y way to wake up after aparently a ten-year coma, which by the way felt like but a brisk nap. On that ever smudged marker board my name evidently written quite hastily by an idiotic nurse no doubt. The flowers an arrangement of dead and discount allergy-inhibiting were at the foot of a cheap nearly plastic "modern art" type of table, which I still don't understand.. This damned beeping might stop is I bash my face into the horrible decorations, right? I might do a favor to the place, though they might put it in a gallery memorable piece and what not. Now some may think of my thought process as being a but after living the life I have you may begin to get a bit grouchy too.