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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surgical fun
well, i'm fairly lucky in that i've avoided any major operations, but here goes -
whe i was six, i managed to get a serious gash to the head, so got rushed to hospital. you'd think that a 6-year-old with a large, bloody head wound would warrant some attention, wouldn't you? well, eight hours later, i finally did...
of course, when a 6-year-old child wih a big head wound is screaming like a mentalist because he's shit scared of needles, you'd just put him out with anaesthetic, wouldn't you? no, the cunts decide to make my parents sit on me, to keep me still. fortunately, i got a local anaesthetic for that one...
when i was twelve, similar thing happened in france. slipped over in a swimming pool, gashed my head on a stone step. hurt like fuck, it did. so - they get a surprisingly efficient french doctor out to see me, who turns up in about four minutes (i did say efficient). takes one look at my wound, brings a vodka over from the bar (about 10 yards away). i'm thinking 'ok - the alcohols gonna clean that up nicely, but it'll sting lika a cnut'. anyways, he bolts the vodka down, whips a needle and thread out, and starts stitching. bear in mind, that i was an overweight ginger 12-year-old boy, wearing speedos. a crowd gathered for that one. fucking french scavengers. scum, the lot of 'em.
fuck length.
( , Fri 17 Jun 2005, 21:05, Reply)
well, i'm fairly lucky in that i've avoided any major operations, but here goes -
whe i was six, i managed to get a serious gash to the head, so got rushed to hospital. you'd think that a 6-year-old with a large, bloody head wound would warrant some attention, wouldn't you? well, eight hours later, i finally did...
of course, when a 6-year-old child wih a big head wound is screaming like a mentalist because he's shit scared of needles, you'd just put him out with anaesthetic, wouldn't you? no, the cunts decide to make my parents sit on me, to keep me still. fortunately, i got a local anaesthetic for that one...
when i was twelve, similar thing happened in france. slipped over in a swimming pool, gashed my head on a stone step. hurt like fuck, it did. so - they get a surprisingly efficient french doctor out to see me, who turns up in about four minutes (i did say efficient). takes one look at my wound, brings a vodka over from the bar (about 10 yards away). i'm thinking 'ok - the alcohols gonna clean that up nicely, but it'll sting lika a cnut'. anyways, he bolts the vodka down, whips a needle and thread out, and starts stitching. bear in mind, that i was an overweight ginger 12-year-old boy, wearing speedos. a crowd gathered for that one. fucking french scavengers. scum, the lot of 'em.
fuck length.
( , Fri 17 Jun 2005, 21:05, Reply)
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