Monday, December 3, 2012

The Hospital Quartet, Part 3 - The Princess with the Pointy Things


She asked me if I pooped today:
“I have to test your scat!
“I need to take your vital signs
“And draw blood after that.”

Please forgive the vulgarity if you can.

I've never in my life -- before now -- been in a situation where strangers were so completely interested in the volume, viscosity, and regularity of my bodily output.

I'm not the praying kind, but I have considered it just so that I never am in a situation like that again. It's disheartening and embarrassing to be looked at like I'm a leaky clunker instead of a human being.

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