Good luck mate!
I think the technical term is sphincter. I was horrified. All he said was "I think i'll get it pierced"JahManRed wrote:
I clenched the whole way through that story. I laughed abit too, which I feel guilty about. Fucking hell, I feel for you bro. Sounds like a nightmare. Good luck. Look on the bright side. You will have student nurses rooting around your ass for the next few weeks. Something you usually have to go to speciality ladies of the night for.
Kind of reminds me off my mate calling me over at a festival when he was shitting behind a bush cus part of his ass fell out. He calls it his arse puddin. He was more worried about showing me and freeking me out than fixing it. In the end he just pushed it back up there and carried on drinking.
I feel really horrible now. I think my whole day has been ruined.
Good Luck on your Anal Lobotomy.
Good Luck on your Anal Lobotomy.
My game name is/was 1927, I didn't think I was that good at commanding, it just made the game more enjoyable when you could skin up etc.OisÃn | Irishpride wrote:
Are you the 1927 or was it 1945 that I used to play with on Jolt.co.uk city maps, if it was you, you were an awesome commander
Get well soon, even if your not the same 19** I'm thinking of
I don't even know my game id, or at least bf2s dosen't find it anymore, haven't played for ages and ages.
If anyone can find my stats please post them. Thanks in advance
*Ass update to follow*
Ok so as you can tell I am bck in the land of living and sat down.
Thanks for the messages of good luck etc, much appriciated but unfortunatly to no avail.
I'll try and make the following short but can't without describing what happened, on Sunday night / Monday Day, but the short of it is 'I didn't have it done'.
I arrived with the GF at the hosp when told to at 4pm. They told me I was first in the afternoon for my op, they showed me my bed etc, took tests, took some blood, sent a Doc down to chat to me and shaved 4 patches of my hairy chest so they could get the ECG pads to stick. They dry shaved 4 patches whilst I was on the bed.
I found out I could of had my roast dinner which I forefitted but none the less ate and drank right upto 12 midnight as told I could.
During the course of Sunday eve/night, 3 different doctors came and had a look, 2 seemed suprised I didnt have an active abcess on my arse and all along I kept moving to last in the morning / first in the afternoon in regards to being on the surgery list for the following day.
I hardly slept much, I had to ask for sheets at 4am as they hadn't given me any to sleep under just on, and the one I was on was still covered in the hair shaven off my chest.
I was told at 8am, to have a shower, put my lovely paper pants on and the two gowns provided (when one is used it dosen't cover your arse). A 'gas woman' came to see me at 9.30, asked the usual shit about eating/drinking/smoking etc. Told me I would be 'going down' at either 11.30 am or 1.30 pm, that I already knew seeing as each time someone came to me I had yo-yo'd up and down the list.
My bed was next to the ward door and during Monday I saw people come and go to surgery, with approx 75% of them walking down. The two fella's on my ward went and came back and so I must of been next. At 12.30 I told them I had headache and was dehydrated and they said won't be long till I go down.
2 hours later and I still hadn't gone down and my head was pounding, I was dehydrated. I tell the nurse to put a drip on me and give me fluids and liquid paracetomol. An hour later she returns and I had to remind her, I was well pissed off by now as they had told me I would be going home Monday after the op and time was running out now. No big deal having to stay in another night but they also know we got kids at home and for my gf to pick me up we had to arrange child minders.
At 4 they said they could put the drip in me but could put the needle in, at 4.30 they said your 'highly unlikely' to be done today. I got up and walked out, refused to sign the docotrs note as he had it with him and would be down soon, I said fuck off you been telling me that shit all day.
They claim the people I had seen walking down were emergencies, yeah right, they were walking?? And I told them how pissed off I was that my bed was still hairy for 20 hours before. I didnt have any pain. Asked them if stayed would I be done first thing in the am 'can't promise you' they said, 'ok what about tomorrow at all?' Again they reply 'Cant say for sure'.
Even the nurses said they would of got up and walked out.
The pricks starved me all day, kept me from drinking aswell, stopped me from smoking (a good thing and one I understand) but for a 40 min op I would of had to be there for 3 days until it was done. I knew it was snowing and I knew that the next day (tues) they would of stopped all non emergency op's, the category I fell in.
I have written a 6 page letter to my doc explaining my frustrations and how they did exactly the same to me in 2006. I havent seen him eyt but will do tomorrow.
What a fucking waste of time. If I ran our business like that we would go bust. I only blame the nurses for the hairy bed, not for the starving thing as they have to go off what the surgeons tell them. But if I hadn't of left when I did I would of had another 30+ hours of no food or drink, when I turned up on Sunday when asked in their letter.
Thanks for the messages of good luck etc, much appriciated but unfortunatly to no avail.
I'll try and make the following short but can't without describing what happened, on Sunday night / Monday Day, but the short of it is 'I didn't have it done'.
I arrived with the GF at the hosp when told to at 4pm. They told me I was first in the afternoon for my op, they showed me my bed etc, took tests, took some blood, sent a Doc down to chat to me and shaved 4 patches of my hairy chest so they could get the ECG pads to stick. They dry shaved 4 patches whilst I was on the bed.
I found out I could of had my roast dinner which I forefitted but none the less ate and drank right upto 12 midnight as told I could.
During the course of Sunday eve/night, 3 different doctors came and had a look, 2 seemed suprised I didnt have an active abcess on my arse and all along I kept moving to last in the morning / first in the afternoon in regards to being on the surgery list for the following day.
I hardly slept much, I had to ask for sheets at 4am as they hadn't given me any to sleep under just on, and the one I was on was still covered in the hair shaven off my chest.
I was told at 8am, to have a shower, put my lovely paper pants on and the two gowns provided (when one is used it dosen't cover your arse). A 'gas woman' came to see me at 9.30, asked the usual shit about eating/drinking/smoking etc. Told me I would be 'going down' at either 11.30 am or 1.30 pm, that I already knew seeing as each time someone came to me I had yo-yo'd up and down the list.
My bed was next to the ward door and during Monday I saw people come and go to surgery, with approx 75% of them walking down. The two fella's on my ward went and came back and so I must of been next. At 12.30 I told them I had headache and was dehydrated and they said won't be long till I go down.
2 hours later and I still hadn't gone down and my head was pounding, I was dehydrated. I tell the nurse to put a drip on me and give me fluids and liquid paracetomol. An hour later she returns and I had to remind her, I was well pissed off by now as they had told me I would be going home Monday after the op and time was running out now. No big deal having to stay in another night but they also know we got kids at home and for my gf to pick me up we had to arrange child minders.
At 4 they said they could put the drip in me but could put the needle in, at 4.30 they said your 'highly unlikely' to be done today. I got up and walked out, refused to sign the docotrs note as he had it with him and would be down soon, I said fuck off you been telling me that shit all day.
They claim the people I had seen walking down were emergencies, yeah right, they were walking?? And I told them how pissed off I was that my bed was still hairy for 20 hours before. I didnt have any pain. Asked them if stayed would I be done first thing in the am 'can't promise you' they said, 'ok what about tomorrow at all?' Again they reply 'Cant say for sure'.
Even the nurses said they would of got up and walked out.
The pricks starved me all day, kept me from drinking aswell, stopped me from smoking (a good thing and one I understand) but for a 40 min op I would of had to be there for 3 days until it was done. I knew it was snowing and I knew that the next day (tues) they would of stopped all non emergency op's, the category I fell in.
I have written a 6 page letter to my doc explaining my frustrations and how they did exactly the same to me in 2006. I havent seen him eyt but will do tomorrow.
What a fucking waste of time. If I ran our business like that we would go bust. I only blame the nurses for the hairy bed, not for the starving thing as they have to go off what the surgeons tell them. But if I hadn't of left when I did I would of had another 30+ hours of no food or drink, when I turned up on Sunday when asked in their letter.
Fuckin' wankers, sue em.
That sucks. If they give you more shit just walk into the hospital and moon them
Huhuhuh, you said bottomSgtHeihn wrote:
Good Luck on your Anal Lobotomy.
Dude! That's just donkey balls. Forced starving sucks big time. My 2nd back op was delayed for one day due to some accident or something but they allowed me to eat again until midnight (I put my clothes on and went to a hockey game and ate all kind of good stuff ). The next day I was just waiting the nurses to bring me the meds one hour before cutting me open. Until that I was just listening for ambulance tones if there was some other emergency cases passing me. Finally I got the pills and started to slide in a happy place. The nurses came to push the bed to the operation room and asked some routine stuff like do I know where I am. I was giggling like a little girl and happily answering Yay! I'm going to surgery, wohoo! All the 60+ geezers in the same room were shaking their heads and looking what kind of idiot is that guy Good pills = good times.
lol 27 hope you get well m8
But like you said for non emergency operations they can't really guarantee you a spot. They can call you in and have you wait, make sure you don't eat so you're ready at any time and wheel you in when a slot frees up. If they're gonna let you eat you might as well be at home, and they can't predict how the inflow of patients will be in the next 8 hours so you just gotta sit and suffer for a bit. That's the nature of our system and hundreds of people go through what you went through every week, go private if you're sick of the bullshit
But like you said for non emergency operations they can't really guarantee you a spot. They can call you in and have you wait, make sure you don't eat so you're ready at any time and wheel you in when a slot frees up. If they're gonna let you eat you might as well be at home, and they can't predict how the inflow of patients will be in the next 8 hours so you just gotta sit and suffer for a bit. That's the nature of our system and hundreds of people go through what you went through every week, go private if you're sick of the bullshit