tiny bad bad bad
“Everytime you leave you take a piece of me with you”
I hate doctors.
(Excepting, of course our Doper docs. MAINLY because they can’t get near me with a scalpel)
The only way surgery can be truly “minor” or “elective” is if it’s done to somebody else.
“hold you in his armchair, you can feel his disease”
Ring my friend, I said you’d call Doctor Robert
Beck, are they planning to remove another bit of you? What now? Heart? Liver? Hangnail?
Looks like the thing-a-ma-jig that keeps food in my stomach has a loose valve.
I’ve been having pukey problems for a little while. It’s just intensified.
It’s not good for a scrawny diabetic to loose their food too often.
So we saw a stomach guy and he said he wants to fix it.
Yeah, well. Ok?
What’re you gonna do? Not as bad as brain surgery, little more than a hangnail.
I feel kinda ok-ish about it.
Luckily, tacos stay down.
“I can’t fight this feelin’ anymore…”
Yeah. It’s a Tums commercial.
Wish I had one or a dozen about right now.
Geez girl, you can’t catch a break. Yeah, I’d want that valve fixed too because the second time, the food doesn’t taste quite a good. Keep us posted.
Likewise, “discomfort” is a medical euphemism for pain, because physicians don’t like the idea of inflicting pain on their patients, however unavoidable.
Best wishes to beck.
Eek. Is it that thing named after the old Datsun car company? My doc discussed that with me a few years ago, but went with boring lifestyle changes instead. Mostly worked, but I’m on a first name basis with the local endoscopy folk.
Wishing you the best…
I need JBWeld.
(I have no life, how can I have ‘style’?)
Just a little piece of his heart. (Come on.)
“the blood’s on the table and the mouths are chokin’
And I’m goin’ hungry, yeah”