tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988839706387198339.post7770650975514660474..comments2024-03-17T12:51:46.412-07:00Comments on Cutting Through The Crap: Happy TalkSid Schwabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14182853083503404098noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988839706387198339.post-71458117690394038942018-01-13T10:43:12.629-08:002018-01-13T10:43:12.629-08:00Yeah, it's already begun.Yeah, it's already begun.Sid Schwabhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14182853083503404098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988839706387198339.post-56912799566487761482018-01-13T07:49:29.696-08:002018-01-13T07:49:29.696-08:00Let's see if in the paper you get the usual ta...Let's see if in the paper you get the usual talk about your experiences as a Dr. routine. It's always the trolls who promise they would like you more if you did that instead of politics. <br /><br />Translation: We wish you'd shut up, you're a major enemy of the Nazi uprising by making too much sense and being very persuasive. Stop encouraging people to comment.Smoothtooperatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07901523276177195419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988839706387198339.post-35976342117065473192018-01-13T07:45:47.670-08:002018-01-13T07:45:47.670-08:00I had my semi famous L4-L5 splattered. My wife at ...I had my semi famous L4-L5 splattered. My wife at the time said she'd get one of those heated straps that go around your waist. Within 20 minutes I was in the worst constant pain I've ever been in. I could have chewed the bedpost in 1/2.<br /><br />I lived 41 miles away from the hospital. Every bump felt like an extra pain level I never knew existed. We got there and checked me in. They gave me 2 injections of morphine. It was like they did nothing. The nurse who now has an attitude(it's an area where people look for drugs at the hospital) She insists I sign the paperwork. I ask for the Dr. 3 times before 'Princess snotty tude' went to get the Doc, but not before she said "Do you want me to get the Dr.? In a way that said "If you won't go away, the Dr. will." I'd already asked 2 for the Doc. So I was a little perturbed that the third time triggered a snotty attitude.<br /><br />So Doc Cartman walks in (His real last name). Doc looks at me and says "We ain't done anything for you have we." I said "You've really tried though and I thank you, but you can't send me home like this, I'll be right back 1/2 way home. (Understand, I have been there twice in the last two weeks, this visit is #3). He says "I'll be right back".<br /><br />So Doc draws the meds himself(does everything himself) at within' no time I was asking my wife (Look at her shoes baby. I love your pink shoes. Oh look! Pink pants too! (by this time they are howling) Then I say "Hon, look at her face, she's beautiful!, can we take her home? I wanna keep her." Then I stare at her shoes and say "I really like your shoes" Then Doc says "It appears we've reached our goal" Then I said "Will you help us meet our goal?" to the nurse in pink. By this time the tears were coming down and we were drawing a crowd because they were laughing so hard. The last thing I said was directed towards nurse Pink. "Knock knock" she says "who's there?"(at this point they are all dying) I said "Pink pants" she barely got it out "Pink pants who?" To which I said "Pink Shoes" At that moment in time it was the funniest knock knock joke of all time.<br /><br />I only remembered being madly in love with nurse pinks shoes and Doc Cartman saying "We haven't done much for you."...The rest was told to me by my wife and Doc Cartman when we went back a week later. That story stuck to me for 1/2 a decade.<br /><br />Doc Cartman said it'd be 3-5 weeks before my MRI. So he gave me morphine patches and more Vicodin than I have ever seen in one place.(120 10/500...It was 1997) It took 2 1/2 weeks because there was a cancellation. I got my MRI and a fairly quick appointment with my PA. The disc jelly was 'hugging my nerve". It was just over 3 months before I had surgery. I've been disabled ever since. I have no reflexes in my right leg and it's still painful but I manage well despite it all. Going from a good job to SSI and not playing baseball put me into a deep depression. I was contemplating suicide so my family didn't have that burden anymore. It sucked, it still sucks, but I am doing OK. The adjustment was tough. I was the picture of health. I worked hard as a hod carrier. Even lil old ladies who got a hug snuck a little biceps feel. I never really noticed that asspect other than 3-4 girls copping a sneaky feel. But when my back thing happened, I got lots of hugs after I was diagnosed. That's when I noticed it because they all were coppin' a feel...lol<br /><br />So there's my morphine story.Smoothtooperatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07901523276177195419noreply@blogger.com