I'm quite certain Jay is irreplaceable and his family/friends need every second they can get with him. But I assume he was kidding about asking his wife to kill him. Next time request good drugs, Jay. Or booze.
Awww. You guys are too kind. The thing is it takes time to get to where the good drugs are, haha DSeriously, the way pain meds work on me is odd. I still hurt, but I just don't care very much anymore. Is that odd?
It takes 2 hours of sitting in the ER before they'll bring me in to give me the good stuff. Then they want to do 20 different tests to make sure what the problem is. I'm like, come on, we all know WTF the problem is, give me the meds.
Gallstones are no fun either. The attacks from them get worse every time you have an attack too. It only took 3 times for me, and I had the gallbladder removed.
I usually get a cocktail of Toradol & Dilauded in the ER for the stones. Kmf, my last attack back in the fall, I crawled into the er, pulled myself into the check in chair and told the lady there that someone needed to help me. The took me to triage immediately, & when they saw my bp was about 210/115, they knew some real shit was going down. Took me back immediately. After checking my records that show a history of stones, they started an IV to pump me full of pains meds. They were really concerned about my bp. The CT showed a large stone lodged in the opening to the ureter. Was the most painful one yet. Bad news is CT also showed another stone the same size in the same kidney. They used all the sound wave blasts they could safely use to address the problem stone. I've got more pain in my future.
Sometimes when I start to feel a bit sorry for myself, I think of you, and decide I do not have it so bad.
Guy I knew in Navy had a board bounce into junk off of a table saw. Could barely walk, black and blue (maybe pissing blood, can't be sure). Some geniuses in our shop convinced him that it's his balls, which are the "problem", as they have been permanently inside of him since the accident (natural bodily reaction to testicular trauma). They convince him to go for a run, wearing loose shorts and no a scivvies, so as to coax them back down...via the rhythmic jostling, I suppose. Can barely walk, still gives it a go. 1/85th into his first lap, he falls down, vomits, threatens to lose consciousness and demands to be taken to on-base hospital. Doc checks him out, claims he has a testicular torsion, and has medical corp guys hold him down as they "untwist" his testicle. Excruciating pain, no remedy, problem gets worse. Swelling increases, screams of excruciating pain. New doc comes in, says that first doc erred - didn't have testicular torsion when he arrived...but does now, holds him down and restrains arms and legs to table....so as to untwist what the first doc actually twisted.