Well Poop!!!

 I put this on a cyber-friends page when he commented about sexy Ukrainian men...

"This is my second trip here. Don't want to disillusion you totally but they are just like guys everywhere. Some are ripped, some are skinny, some are fit, some are not. But I am loving the accent, and the ink. There are a couple on the build team I could eat with a spoon. Their bodies scream gym rat. (my catnip)"

  I discovered there is one group in Ukrainian society where this is NOT the case... The National Police of Ukraine! OMG they are so pretty! 

 You have to understand I was raised in south Florida, where the average shape policeman came in was ROUND. Even my beloved protector Officer Mike was carrying more than a few extra pounds when he retired.

Photo does NOT do them "justice."

 NOT the case in Ukraine. The police women look like they could have just walked out of a Maxim photo shoot!!!  The guys... I admit, I was drooling, for the record, so was David. My apologies EM!
 
 Why do I bring this up? The "plan" was for me to leave Ukraine ten hours ago... Funny thing happened on the way to the limo! Nope didn't even make it to the boss's jet or airport. On the way out to the limo a skinny guy bumped into me. First off when I call someone "skinny" they ARE thin! This guy made ME look like the hulk. Betey saw what I did not feel, the guy lifted my wallet.
 

 Betey was about to drop him when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me. I saw the guy getting slammed to the ground HARD by a female officer. His shirt went up exposing some kind of weird rash. Then he hit her, the last thing I remember was Betey getting shoved and a moving wall of blue rushing towards her. That forced Betey into me, an my head into the door frame of the car. 

 I am fine!!! I have a low grade concussion and the doctor has forbidden my travel till Wednesday (my original departure date). I think Zahir will forbid me traveling EVER again. Our boss is racked out on the hospital chair at the bedside. I tried talking him into going back to the hotel. In absence of family, he apparently thinks of me as HIS responsibility and won't leave my side. Betey has been sucking coffee trying not to sleep by leaning in the corner.

 I have been texting with Z non-stop. Poor baby is stuck in Tehran due to a security agreement. He said Betey will not sleep until I am back in an environment he can control. I got a smiley when I sent him the photo of our boss sleeping in the chair. Z finally went to bed when I told him "I am fine, you know what life has thrown me. This is just a love tap." 

What was scary today was all the blood they drew, and the shot in the ass I got. It felt like thick syrup. The policeman who came to check on me told me the weird rash I saw on the thief was from a crocodile. I told him I grew up in gator country and that didn't look like any animal attack I had ever seen.

 He corrected me krokodil is not an animal but a drug. It is an epidemic imported from Russia. He told me how it makes chronic users skin rot and fall off. Even in my worst and lowest times I was never tempted by drugs. Trading one nightmare for another didn't make sense to me.

 Side note: I had a foster brother go to a skittles party. That is when stupid kids raid their family's medicine chest taking what they can find. When they get to the party location they pool their haul into a bowl. 

 It is a stupid game, you are playing a chemical Russian Roulette. You could just get granny's water pills if you are lucky. Jamie wasn't lucky, he got two fentanyl tablets and died. That rehoming hurt the worst. His parents blamed me for not going and stopping him. (end side note)

  His partner came in and returned my wallet. She had applied concealer to hide the shiner that was developing. I asked if she was alright. She told me she had been hit worse dancing. I learned drug users are the fastest HIV and blood-borne pathogen carriers in Ukraine. Thus all the panels and the shot. It is amazing what kind of care you get when your boss throws down his black card.
 

 I had a constant string of guests until the hospital said no more. It is just after four in the morning on Tuesday, the nurse told me the doctor signed my release pending stable vitals during first rounds at six. If this hospital is like those back home, I should be out by supper.



 Chase