Not having my gall bladder out, that's where. I get that done tomorrow. Until then I just spend time dreading the idea of being cut open, albeit with very small holes. But taking off my clothes and being knocked unconscious...I'm drunk when that happens. But I can't be drunk for surgery.
I was drunk this weekend though, which is usually a good thing, but this time not so much. I shouldn't go to parties where I only know two people because, even though I meet some interesting people this way, I also meet some douchie people who kind of ruin my day, and I can't seem to get drunk enough to make that go away.
Douchie people aside, I've also been carrying buckets of water from the basement to dump outside. Something is going on with the drain spout out back and a pipe connected to it which hilariously empties out into the basement. I'm no expert, but I think letting runoff from the gutters drain into the basement is a little, shall we say, foolish. But only if it rains, like it's been doing the past three days. Otherwise I'm sure it's a great idea.
In the meantime, I will carry buckets of water until someone cuts me open.
I sobered up for this?
Monday, May 12, 2008
Where I've been
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Good luck with your surgery. Maybe you can tell the doctor to save the gall bladder so you can use it to soak up the water in your basement. I don't know from gall bladder biology, but it's gotta be at least as absorbant as a Depends pad, right? Worth a try, I'd say. Kill two birds with one gall stone...
I actually asked the doctor if I could have the stones but he said it's a biohazard. He used to give people their stones in a jar, he said, but those days are over thanks to some kind of regulation. I didn't want to argue with the guy, but it's not like I'd be touching people with them or something. (I try not to argue with anyone cutting my hair, cooking my food, or slicing me open. It's one of my very few prudent policies.)
p.s., I lived, but just barely.
Post a Comment