Breaking Bones

Being an American Athlete in Scotland I thought it would be cool for me to play the most American game other then baseball. It you didnt guess yet I was planning to play American football. I had already told several other of the Americans that where in my study abroad group and they accompanied me in the first team practice of the spring season. The practice was pretty rag tag and ended with me knocking a kid in his helmet (to make a point) and with the rest of my American pals unsure of investing their time. So lucky lucky me, by the end of that night my middle finger on my left hand turned into a German bratwurst. For the next three days my finger remained the same size. So naturally being a silly American I went to the doctors office thinking that I would being seeing a doctor. No, I registered and then they told me that the doctors have no one to see right now so they were going to make an appointment for you for two weeks from now. Socialist health care, if your dieing come back in a couple of weeks and save the taxpayers some money. Of course I wasn't dieing but it flipping hurt. So this past weekend with my appointment coming up on tuesday my flat mate smoked for a few days straight (things that were not tobacco). Being the lucky individual that I am, I am allergic to the smoking materials that my flat mate was smoking. I know what you are thinking "he's allergic? No thats impossible!" I ensure you its very possible and sucks not because being a drain on society and a deplorable human being is officely off my lifetime experence list, but in that many many many people are deplorable human beings and make it difficult for me to breath (athmatic reaction). I know I just gave away my kryptonite, but seeing how I do not as of yet have any evil doers after me I think I will be ok. But any ways back on topic. I went to the doctors on tuesday and said to the women doctor who did not have a very good sence of humor, my finger hurts (while giving her the bird) and I would like an inhaler no steroids please. All she did was take my finger try to snap it in half and then asked if I had taken an asthma test before. I said yes. She said right then how many you want? I said I was thinking one. She said right we are going to give you two both with steriods, pick them up down stairs. Any ways my finger is still broken, but I do have two new shiny inhalers and a perplexing thought of why they just gave me them. They dont know me I could have been just some dude that wants to breath better then everyone else (which I am).