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I admit, that last time I had a broken ankle, my dad joked that my grandma and I could have wheel chair races, since she too, was in a wheel chair to go long distances that she couldn't walk to well. I admit, also that I ran myself into the wall once in the same day, because I wasn't being careful, and yes, that shit hurts like hell. I admit, again, that my grandma saved her stones and stuff, and one day I didn't know the white things in the vile were kidney stones, and I took them out of the vile, had them in my hand, and then thought to ask "what are these mom" I was completely disgusted when my mom told me they were old kidney stones my grandma had saved.quote:
ORIGINAL: Daddysredhead I admit that I loved the IV pain meds they gave me. The CT scan tech ran the gurney into the wall, and I laughed my ass off. (He apologized and I told him it was like medical bumper cars.) I admit that right before I left, the kidney stone passed and it is now in a little plastic jar. I named it Ralph because it made me puke along the highway, where I had to stop, on my way to the hospital. I admit that I feel TONS better now. I admit that stones, pebbles, and rocks belong in a driveway, not in my necessary organs.
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