the asshole arab just asked me to take him to the doc on Tuesday... he is scheduled for an endoscopy and colonoscopy... last time he had just as endoscopy and came into the recovery room all fucked up on drugs... telling the 50 year old nurse QUOTE "I'm gonna wreck my dick in your ass" along with other gibberish ... as I sat waiting for him in the recovery area, there were curtains separating other recovering patients.. a lady next to us was saying something about an umbrella and an anus... and she was letting out the most loud hilarious farts. I think this is going to be a great filming opportunity. However he said "You better not bring your fucking camera, I will search you before entering the building"
I asked my husband to bring a camera and video me, but the day of the procedure, I changed my mind because I knew I would look like shit. I didn't do anything too funny. I am immune to Versed and was given more than the prescribing nurse had ever given (at least that is what she said and she had been doing it for 15 years, so that's pretty bad). I know I asked where my glasses were while touching them and my husband was like, "On your face." I remember asking him if he went to the cafeteria and kept forgetting what he said even though he had a cup from the cafeteria... should have known. He was like, "You asked me that three times." And I remember asking the DR if I had Barrett's esophagus. I didn't fart and that worried me, but they sent me home anyway. I cried in the CVS parking lot when getting my RX filled and watched Paradise Lost, ate a bunch of chocolate and fell asleep for about 15 minutes and that was about it. I had an endoscopy back in October and of course, the Versed was like candy so I was awake for the whole thing and remembered everything and kept asking the nurse for my WBC results and she had to call downstairs and was like, "Yeah, she just had an endoscopy and she's completely coherent and alert." I asked for the results before the endo and she put me off, I think she thought I was going to get fucked up and forget about it, but I didn't. I told her I was immune. It's funny how I can be so tolerant to that but if I drank two beers, I would be vomiting and passing out. Or more than one Vicodin will make me so dizzy that I can't stand.
