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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ish who wrote (20236)	3/31/1999 6:49:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Yes. Whhoooooozz whhoooooozz whirrzooz and bink bink bonk. I recognized those. Done that myself. When they got the tent set up, all visqueen which I also recognized, I felt right at home. If they'd only made it rain I would've looked for my tape measure. They were quick. They had a little hole in the visqueen, over the femur, and Doc Z grabbed a scalpel off the bench and sliced it open. Just like that ~ didn't even look at the plans or nothin. Auto shop. The visqueen was "clear" (milky), but I could see two monitors up there with stuff on them. Lines and forms and shadings. I used rational, drug-induced thought, to induce, that they must be two plane views of my hip. I KNEW, just like that people, to look for a femur head shape through the plastic and lolly-siding viewing angles. I think I spotted it! And was able to correlate the other screen with the side view! That was a lot of science work, though. So I went back to telling jokes, and next I looked they were honing the pistons. Clearly had some hole dug, in what looked like the right bone. Anesthesiologist seemed to have an appreciation for drugs. When he gave me the "relaxer", he called it "a flier." "Recreational drugs?" I said. "Yah." "All right!" "I like alleviating people's pain. There's a lot of satisfaction to it." I wish these effing nurses felt that way. I finally had to scare the junior one that I was going to break the windows out and walk down the hall to my car naked. "I'm leaving." Having surg at 11:30 and waiting til 5:30 for the morphine? Ahhh. That pisses Paul off. He will break your windows and take your hallway. Just watch. And don't try the lame shit like "we're waiting for the pharmacist to bring it up." Eff no. "I go down and see Mr Pharm. We'll have a tallk." I try using my logic to explain why, when they have the chemicals and the license and the location and the purpose/cause to use these means, why I'm not getting them. In all my surgeries, I never had this problem before. Real pain, real as in high, is a state of consciousness. It absorbs the person it effects. It is not a normal experience; there has to be a cause. I love modern times because every time I have this pain I think back to before a hundred years ago, when relief was not available. Ayyyy. Then you see a program like 60 Minutes where people who need pain relief to live their lives are denied it because of the Federal and State Governments opposition to the prescription of opiate drugs. I don't know why this nursing staff didn't prioritize my pain. They wouldn't tell me. It seems to me that a way to induce pain in those who oppose pain relief because they oppose "drugs", should be a pre-requisite they must be willing to experience. The immaturity of these concepts annoys me. Did I say that? Like they have me on a few days percocet. How the hell does that matter to America? Creating an addict? Sure. Uh huh. But somehow, "taking drugs" to control pain, is "evil." These attitudes are self-righteous deceit. Here. Let me shoot you.