Toucan Sam 7
Author's Note: ASHES ASHES DUST TO DUST TELL ME I AM GOOD ENOUGH. LAY MY CURSES OUT TO REST. MAKE A MERCY OUT OF ME.
Toucan Sam awoke. "God damn it." He said as he rolled out his nest in his room. "Fucking Mondays." He groaned and stood up. His legs were beginning to clot up again. God, the agony. He took those anti leg cramp pills, but they still did nothing to prevent the blood clots. The doctors he saw never cared or bothered to even exam him. They assumed him to be some attention seeking moron. He went two weeks ago but no blood was drawn. Fucking annoying. His chest was in agony every day. Just hurting. He has learned to live with it. Maybe another time he'll see the doctor to fucking finally x-ray his chest. His heart was beating furiously and was in pain all the time. He couldn't tell if it was from the crippling depression he goes through or if it was the heart disease his doctor warned him about before the pandemic started which canceled all his fucking appointments that he has to reschedule again.
"Fuck Jeopardy." He muttered as he placed on his work vest and ate a couple Bayer pills. He learned aspirin helps thin out blood so that his blood clotting hell will be less. It caused him so much agony whenever he got a blood clot. "God, fuck life."
On his way to work he went.
At Walmart, a man Karen was busy bellowing at everybody in the store. "NO. I WANT FIVE TWENTIES!"
Toucan Sam sighed and walked over to him. Having dealt with shitty parents that are like this all the time, he was apathetic and spoke neutrally. "Hi, what is the problem?"
"I EXCHANGED A HUNDRED FOR FIVE TWENTIES. THESE TWENTIES ARE FUCKING FILTHY! I DEMAND TO SEE THE MANAGER."
Toucan Sam was apathetic and in no mood to really give out the Pigeon Treatment. "Ugh. I'll do it for you." He helped spare the other employee being tormented by this awful man and went over to the register to provide clean twenties for the idiot. "Here. Have a nice day."
The man Karen grabbed the twenties and then marched out the store. The employee walked up to Toucan San and thanked him. He sighed and said "What a fucklord, am I right?" The two laughed and continued on their day.
God, did his chest hurt. It was in pain. He thought about maybe seeing the doctor soon about it. He just didn't have time or transportation. He had to walk to his workplace. Sighing, he took another Bayer pill. He hated Bayer, knowing they don't support bees, but whatever. He needed it and it helped him.
Finally it was time to clock out of work. Before leaving, he brought a pack of hard seltzer and went home. All he drank was just beer. He couldn't drink the regular beer because it caused him pain, high blood pressure, numbed his hands, other problems. He could only drink the sugar free kind.
He placed his box into the fridge, grabbed a cold one and sat in front of his television. "God, fucking jeopardy better not be on. Fucking hate that show." Jeopardy was on and he was pissed but watched it anyways contributing towards its ratings. "God damn it." He drank a lot that night, so much that he started finding the show entertaining. "Fuck Jeopardy."