Friday, December 30, 2011

Josh's Profile

While reminiscing about my adventures in large animal medicine during my vet tech years, Josh started feeling nostalgic about his colonoscopy.

Josh: "I had 100 feet of hose jammed up my ass."

Me: "100? Really...  A colon is only about 8 feet long."

Josh: "But I have an abnormally long rectum - like an extra 8 inches."

Me: "Really?  They actually told you that afterwards?"

Josh:  "Yeah, it's in my Match.com profile."

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Three Scars, The Missing Body Part, and Bozo the Clown


After a recent bout of appendicitis and the immediate corrective surgery I have a few thoughts.

First off if you have the choice, pass, it totally sucks. Second, if you do go through with it do it close to home. 

The following are some things you can look forward to:
-The illness and pain leading up to your trip to the hospital sucks. I threw up green goo and nearly shat myself to death before begging my neighbors to drive to the money Sierra Vista Regional Health Center near Ft Huachuca AZ.

- I found it helpful to throw-up in the triage office of the hospital, it gets you faster service (but not faster drugs).

- When you do eventually get drugs their really good, the downside is they made me stand for x-rays which was probably fun to watch, but was scary to do.

- You will get a catheter , this also sucks … a lot (note: when they take it out, they mean it when they tell you to hold your breath).

- I awoke to the sound of laughter, so I naturally checked to make sure my junk was covered. Luckily it was and it makes it a lot easier to pretend they weren't thinking back to when it wasn't.

- Speaking of your junk, I discovered that they had shaved a U-shape into my pube patch causing the total package to bear a striking resemblance to one Bozo the clown. I blame myself for letting get out of hand (figuratively) down there. I guess pubes are like clean underwear in that respect.

- Along with that the shave job they gave left chest hair from my nipples up. I know that's still a lot of hair, but come on people go the extra mile and finish the job.

- For only being three little cuts (belly button, left side (opposite of appendix) and the afore mentioned pube slice bruising is extensive and discomfort high.

- I was lucky enough to have both my wife and my mother fly out to visit / care for me. Unfortunately, combined they are twice as smart as the hospital staff and 100 times smarter than the US army. Luckily I had drugs to deal with the pain.

- Speaking of drugs you will pound about 100 Percocets in a week. The hallucinations are pretty cool and never will your dreams be so needlessly detailed. The downside is that it takes Ronald McDonalds secret grease to counteract the turd logjam that the drugs induce (I said duce).

- Additionally, the surgery apparently requires the muscle responsible for pushing out urine to be cut. That is to say that I had to pee with no pressure for a week and a half. Lack of pressure peeing take 5 times as long and is highly inaccurate.

- Tiffany had to drive me/the Jeep back to FL so we spent 3 lovely days smashed in the car together. On the upside I did score a shit-load of pure cane sugar Dr Pepper (the best soda ever!).

- Going back to work also sucks, but they have been cool about letting skate out early when I get burned/worn out for the day … only for this week though.

Well that should be about enough whining for now, guess I'll head for the bathroom and finish trimming the hedges … if I can only find Tiffany's hot wax … just kidding that would really suck.

Josh's Christmas Tales: Foam Heads Are No Substitute for Jewelry


While watching a little TV today I was reminded of my greatest holiday prank ... ever.

A few Christmas' ago I was shopping for gifts at the Ft Meade, MD Base Exchange. At the register the checkout girl threw a Spiderman head antenna topper into my shopping bag. (I think she wanted me, but that's neither here nor there.) As I stared at that 3 1/2 inch foam head I was touched by the hand of God, and I knew what I had to do. I searched franticly through the house for a box the right size. I stuffed Spidey in a box, then into another, wrapped it with paper and ribbons and placed it under the tree 3 weeks before Christmas in plain view.

I, of course, was unable to keep my greatness to myself so I told everyone what I had planned. Not understanding the divine nature of this prank all the ladies at work advised against it but I was on a mission from the lord. Every day they asked if I had come clean and started a betting pool on how badly I would be beaten.
Within hours Tiffany discovered the package and the shaking , guessing and wonder lust commenced. Her excitement grew at a rate much faster than I expected. At first I fanned the flames and danced around them like the devil. Then I started to get the feeling this might not work out as well as I had hoped. So I began to down play the box, telling her not to get her hopes up ... but they were already up and there was only one way to bring them down.

I talked her into opening the box about a week before Christmas (or gift exchange day as I prefer). She hurriedly ripped through the ribbon and paper to uncover a classic white box. Opening the box she discovered a small black felt box ... her excitement had reached its pentacle. As she slowly pried the lid open, I turned away conceal the tears of joy that were by now streaming down my reddened face. Suddenly I was struck in the side of the head by Spiderman. "Asshole" she exclaimed "I can't believe you would let me think it was jewelry all this time". Of course she was disappointed, hurt, and humiliated but it was hilarious nonetheless.

And just so you don't think I'm the worlds biggest ass clown, I did have a very nice bracelet all ready for gift exchange day the whole time.