The "Feud of the Doctors" happened the day before yesterday. I've lost track of time.
The day before yesterday is also when they decided they wanted to do a pulmonary scope / pulmonary wash. For those of you who may not come too quickly to the inherent cruelty of something called a pulmonary wash: the whole process began with a complex arrangement of video cameras, VCRs, and endoscopes.
Next step? They put COCAINE up my nose. Yup. Co-freaking-caine.
Then they stuck a fiber optic scope up my nose, down the back of my throat, straight past the vocal cords (did I mention I wasn't allowed to speak), and INTO MY FREAKING LUNGS. Whereupon they took some lovely videos and SPRAYED WATER INTO MY LUNGS while simultaneously vacuuming the water out.
"You may have a slight urge to cough." What an understatement! Slight urge? Actually, I had a slight urge to meet Ariel, the Little Mermaid! I've never watched myself drown before!
And so, I did what I always do when I'm in a high stress situation. I lowered my blood pressure and went to sleep.
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Thinking of having a badge (button) made for you "Will sleep for drugs".
haha... "co-freaking-caine" ....
you sound better at least. keep it up guys.
Driving that train...
Keep the spirit up! I love the Feud of the Doctors story. I'm sure Ed had a lot of things he wish he'd said.
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