The Goat Pen

"I can see why Michael Jackson would want a doctor to give him stuff like that ."

Hello...

eCat wrote:The effects of out patient thing I had this morning are wearing off now.

Whatever they gave me in the I.V. was sweet. Everything was just good. I don't remember anything until I woke up but in the recovery room or whatever its called - that's the most relaxed I think a human being can be. I've been in that state between naps for the past 4 hours.

I can see why Michael Jackson would want a doctor to give him stuff like that .

Imagine have a script for those meds on a daily basis. Hi.

eCat wrote:all of the above

(endoscopy)

And they give you that warm blanket that they take out of some heater....I didn't want to leave.

doc was hitting me up for a colonoscopy this morning.

I ain't getting something stuck in both ends in the same year though.

I remember back in 86 the clymidia test I had to take as a freshman at OU because one of the many one night stands had something. Fuck right? They stuck a q tip up my penis hole and I screamed so loud I emptied the waiting room. I couldn't pee straight for days.

I swear they also hit it with a hammer but I was way past shock at that point to be sure

Jungle Rat wrote:I remember back in 86 the clymidia test I had to take as a freshman at OU because one of the many one night stands had something. Fuck right? They stuck a q tip up my penis hole and I screamed so loud I emptied the waiting room. I couldn't pee straight for days.

I think I need the background story on how it came to this

"I ain't getting something stuck in both ends in the same year though."

That's what your wife said, too...

My recollection of my 2nd colonoscopy in Raleigh, a type of clearing house of asshole exams, was being wheeled into a big open recovery room while I was still very groggy and hearing the nurse go around to everyone and order them, in country accent, to start farting out the air that was blown into their colons. "I want to hear some farting now. I mean it!" is one thing that I vividly remember and still do nearly 10 years later. Along with the different farting sounds going on around the room, the various pitches and lengths. It was one of the most surreal moments of my life, as though I had become part of a Monty Python skit.

As if you needed encouragement...

Which made it even more surreal...

.....must be eCat's bike

hedge wrote:"I can see why Michael Jackson would want a doctor to give him stuff like that ."

Hello...

I woke up this morning and the first thought that entered my mind was "damn, I wish I had that IV drip right now"

crotch wrote:.....must be eCat's bike

no man in his right mind would do that to a perfectly good Harley.

That bike needs some whitewalls and chrome - not that shit it has now.

"I woke up this morning and the first thought that entered my mind was "damn, I wish I had that IV drip right now"

I have had similar thoughts many mornings. Fortunately not in the last few years, though...

eCat wrote:

crotch wrote:.....must be eCat's bike

no man in his right mind would do that to a perfectly good Harley.

That bike needs some whitewalls and chrome - not that shit it has now.

I think it looks G-R-R-R-E-A-T!

haha, I had a pretty similar thought about it

this is something my wife would do to me

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There is an article in this week's New Yorker entitled "Give me your smile: Living with facial paralysis". eCat, I'll send it to you when I'm done...

yea its funny when the shit ain't permanent