Groggily blogging by Killer
Well, I survived, and am without George. I will miss the little bugger, but am confident the rest of my fat will now stay where it belongs.
Surgery sucks. My throat hurts from being intubated, and I woke up with a vicious hang over, but I did not even get the enjoyment of a night of hard drinking to warrant it. Usually with this kind of hang over I'd atleast have some vague memories of singing "Natural Woman" in a karaoke bar.
One second I am lying on the surgical table, joking with the doctors, I wanted a good rapport so they would try a little harder, and the next thing I know I am waking up in a different room with some strange lady asking me to take a deep breath. I didn't even get a chance to give my planned last words. I think my last official statement was, "don't start looking under my gown as soon as I pass out, you pervs." I don't want that on my tombstone.
No attempts to hit nurses, doctors or passerybys was made. No flashing of the genitalia was undertaken. No bright light was seen during anesthesia. Surgery was not as bad as I thought, but I still will only save it for really important problems. No more elective surgeries, atleast no more after I have my penile implant.
Friday, October 27, 2006
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7 comments:
do you have Loritabs? There often a nice, post surgery, consolation prize.
I always wondered if being intubated made your throat sore.
Leave it to Othur-me to make my very family oriented blog into a reference involving genitalia.
Margaret:
They gave me a prescription for percocet, but I traded them with a crackhead outside the drug store for a box of popsicles, my throat is the only thing that hurts.
Everyone:
Thanks for your support.
Othur-me:
I did think about your own surgical fun when writing my posts. It seems that while I am trying to rid myself of unwanted body parts, you are busy cramming new ones in.
I promise, before I throw anything else away I will see if you need it first.
Please note that neither Chad, Bam, Kim, nor Joey have posted glee about your return.
Liz,
I did notice this. My best friends only like me for my money.
Wait, does this mean I don't get the porn collection?
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