Now, there was no need for that...
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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Appendix-a-rama
When I was much younger I woke up with intense stomach pain my mum took me to the doctor who prodded me in my abdomen to see if it hurt. It did! Not content he stuck his latexed finger up my rectum to check from the inside!! Yes, it hurts from that side too!! "Looks like appendicitis, better get to the hospital quick". Err, OK!
At the hospital the nurse checks from the outside ("yes it hurts, we established that...") and then from the inside again! Having had my arse non-molested until that day it was now becoming something of a hobby.
I was admitted to the hospital and put on "nil-by-mouth" so I could have the offending appendix sliced out later. So they starve me all fucking day and the only thing to look forward to is being chopped open. It finally turns midnight (or some such) and the surgeon comes into the ward and says that due to an emergency\fuck up\they can't be fucked as it's too late they decide to do the op tomorrow! Fuck! So they let me have some food; corn flakes with rancid milk! Thanks, just what I’ve always wanted.
So the next morning comes around I'm feeling delirious from lack of food but the intense stomach pain has subsided! Woo! The doctors do some more prodding and decide that "Nah, fuck it. Probably just an inflamed appendix. You can piss off now!" "If it ruptures then come back in".
So after having my guts prodded, my arse violated, the fear of God put into me over being sliced open, starved to delirium, and then fed a concoction of cornflakes and rancid milk my "illness" wasn't even cured. Now there was no fucking need for that!
( , Fri 17 Jun 2005, 13:49, Reply)
When I was much younger I woke up with intense stomach pain my mum took me to the doctor who prodded me in my abdomen to see if it hurt. It did! Not content he stuck his latexed finger up my rectum to check from the inside!! Yes, it hurts from that side too!! "Looks like appendicitis, better get to the hospital quick". Err, OK!
At the hospital the nurse checks from the outside ("yes it hurts, we established that...") and then from the inside again! Having had my arse non-molested until that day it was now becoming something of a hobby.
I was admitted to the hospital and put on "nil-by-mouth" so I could have the offending appendix sliced out later. So they starve me all fucking day and the only thing to look forward to is being chopped open. It finally turns midnight (or some such) and the surgeon comes into the ward and says that due to an emergency\fuck up\they can't be fucked as it's too late they decide to do the op tomorrow! Fuck! So they let me have some food; corn flakes with rancid milk! Thanks, just what I’ve always wanted.
So the next morning comes around I'm feeling delirious from lack of food but the intense stomach pain has subsided! Woo! The doctors do some more prodding and decide that "Nah, fuck it. Probably just an inflamed appendix. You can piss off now!" "If it ruptures then come back in".
So after having my guts prodded, my arse violated, the fear of God put into me over being sliced open, starved to delirium, and then fed a concoction of cornflakes and rancid milk my "illness" wasn't even cured. Now there was no fucking need for that!
( , Fri 17 Jun 2005, 13:49, Reply)
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