Pain Bad! Morphine Goooood!

From the Basement: 08/01/2005 - 08/31/2005: "Cozy drove me over the emergency room, and I was seen pretty quickly. When the triage nurse was taking my vitals and interrogating me about my condition, she asked, 'On a scale of one to ten, with one being very little pain at all, and ten being someone tearing your arms off, how much pain are you in?'

I told her, 'I don't know. A seven? I've never had my arms torn off so I don't really have a point of reference.' She just looked at me in disbelief, tried not to smile, shook a hear head and moved on. I can't blame her. I get that a lot."...

A bit later the doctor came back and declared me a victim of gallstones. My gallbladder was throwing rocks at my small intestine and causing all the trouble. Funny. I never realized the two of them didn't get along.