Czarcasm, I’m sad to hear about the problems, but glad to hear the lemur was chased out successfully. I hope everything continues to go well.
I’ve never been “in the foxhole” myself, but my mom (the Catholic) used to tease me when I got really sick, because in between the retching, I’d be moaning, “Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!”
“See?” she’d say, “When the going gets tough, you start praying!”
“I wasn’t praying,” I’d tell her, “I was cursing.”
Anyway, glad you’re okay, Czarcasm. Try to avoid those cerebral rodents in the future, okay?
Head, throat, arm and johnson.
Glad they fixed ya up right, amigo!
First guess, two right.
second guess, three right.
Three right, and who says they got it right, amigo?
I used to eat right-handed, but my Beloved says that for the past month and a half, I’ve been eating left-handed.
Weird. :dubious:
My parents always had a subscription to Reader’s Digest. If it wasn’t every issue, then it was most of them, there was some “Only through the miracle of prayer did I survive this brush with death.” story.
Three times in my life, I’ve been fairly certain death was only seconds away. Twice while piloting aircraft, once while driving a car. Prayer never occured to me. I think if it had, I might well not be alive to be typing this response. Instead of praying, I focused all of my attention and motor skills on staying alive, which obviously worked. If I had been a believer and prayed, and somehow come through, I guess it would affirm my faith.
I wonder how affirmed all those potential Reader’s Digest authors were when they realized that they were going to dye, prayer be damned?
Tell 'em you’re English! 
Not even going to guess about your tubes. Just glad you’re OK.
By the way, you can still drink beer, right? Next time, they’re on me.
BTW, can you now play the piano?
[Ahnuld]It’s not a lemuh![/Ahnuld]
But back on topic, Czarcasm, I’m very glad you’re okay after what must have been a scary experience and a rough couple of months. Take care, and remember to get your brain checked out or retuned every 3,000 miles.
I think two right wrists might have been an indicator that something other than a monkeyclot was amiss.
My guess is nose, wrist, talleywhacker, and bee-butt.
Good to hear you’re on the way back. It’s tough, but all the way back is possible. The husband of a high school classmate of mine had a serious stroke that took away one side of his body. After he followed a rigorous physical (and mental) therapy regime rigorously, you wouldn’t know that there had ever been anything wrong. He really worked hard at it.
And I’m with you, and others. It never crossed my ming to ask for the help of God in any tight spot. Why should it have? I have the most serious reservations about the existence of any such Being.
Two right.
Dammit. Wrist, nose, heat-seaking moisture missle, and forearm.
Three right!
Czarcasm, I am glad to hear that you’ve successfully postponed the inevitable. Remember, whatever doesn’t kill you just comes back to ache like hell on cold, damp days. 
Best wishes for a full and speedy recovery.
Tubes - left wrist - 2 IVs, nose - nasal canula, Mr. Happy - Foley catheter.
They thought, “that’s okay - the color will come out of my skin eventually.”
Czarcasm, hey, that’s kinda scarey! Glad to know that you are okay and had good doctors. Merry Holidays to you and a much better New Year!
I’m rather fond of Mankind myself and that includes those who are atheists and those who are not. Compassion and acts of kindness are exactly what it’s all about either way. I just wish I could remember that when I’m pissed.
So one of these tubes is definitely in your nether regions??
yes.
OK, I think I’ve got it figured out:
Wrist
Dingly-Do-Dong
Head
Forearm