Friday night in
A few years back, after a lazy Friday afternoon at home, I developed an excruciating pain in my right side. It came on so quickly and so hard I started screaming and calling for my wife (who'd just come home). She called the ambulance and I was taken off to hospital.

On the ride in the ambulance, I thought I was going to die. They had me on gas and air but couldn't give me anything stronger because they didn't really know what I had. I sucked down two tanks before we arrived at hospital. I truly believed this was the end of me. I even started wondering if I'd left my wife with enough money to carry on.

We got to hospital and I was rushed into one of those curtained cubicles and kinda left for the doctor's to start playing their guessing game with my guts. After many, many questions, the pain started to subside. Just as it slid away and I began to relax, a really cute blonde lady doctor came into my cubicle and declared that she had to stick her finger up my bum. She said it would probably be uncomfortable and that I should try to relax.

Now, I was still high on the gas and air, the pain was more or less gone, and I was starting to think I was going to live after all. I was relaxed. I was relaxed *everywhere*. When the good doctor's finger slipped up inside me, it felt goooood. Very, very gooood!

Feeling slighly woozy still, it was all I could do to stop moaning with pleasure as blonde doctor played around in my chocolate cave. I certainly didn't want to smile because my wife was standing right next to me and, having seen me screaming for hours, might not appreciate the sentiment.

Best Friday night I've ever had.

Btw, It was a itty bitty little kidney stone.
(The Return of Squirter, Tue 7 Feb 2006, 20:58, Reply)