Dickie Cronkite

I started off the day with some hot ear-on-prick action, over at GW Hospital. The bastard repeatedly shoved this needle down my ear canal, sticking me with anesthetic, and he didn't even buy me dinner.

(I love that "killing the pain" involves ramming a needle down your ear multiple times. Um, could I see what's behind door number 2...?)

In the end they "snipped" yanked? scraped? this nodule out of the right ear, which appeared with that lovely infection a few weeks back. "Don't worry if there's a little bleeding. ...Have a nice day."

So I just walked to the newsroom, hiking through Foggy Bottom, past the World Bank, past that big white house whose occupant is taking another record-long vacation down in Crawford, in a bit of a daze.

But now that daze - and the anesthetic - are wearing off. WHAMMY!

Good times. Garcon, a scotch...

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2005-08-10 11:37 AM Skull-fucked. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (15) Share on Facebook	I started off the day with some hot ear-on-prick action, over at GW Hospital. The bastard repeatedly shoved this needle down my ear canal, sticking me with anesthetic, and he didn't even buy me dinner. (I love that "killing the pain" involves ramming a needle down your ear multiple times. Um, could I see what's behind door number 2...?) In the end they "snipped" yanked? scraped? this nodule out of the right ear, which appeared with that lovely infection a few weeks back. "Don't worry if there's a little bleeding. ...Have a nice day." So I just walked to the newsroom, hiking through Foggy Bottom, past the World Bank, past that big white house whose occupant is taking another record-long vacation down in Crawford, in a bit of a daze. But now that daze - and the anesthetic - are wearing off. WHAMMY! Good times. Garcon, a scotch... Read/Post Comments (15) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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