Where were we?
Yah. Escaping the confusing Emergency Room in Tiny Town Wisconsin and speeding back to Minneapolis without hitting a deer.
I was worried about the three-hour trip. When my morphine ran out a few times in the ER, it was painful. Bad. So I asked the nurse to shoot me up the minute before we left and asked what I should do if I started to feel pain in the car.
"Well, you're not allowed to eat or drink anything before surgery, so I can give you a Vicodin...but..."
"You can't eat or drink anything."
"So how am I gonna?...Where does it...?"
Her face got serious. She handed me a glove, the pill and some lubricant.
"For all the good it did me, I coulda shoved it up my hind-end." -Hal
I'm disappointed... My wife stopped what she was doing so she could hear me read volume 5.... Turns out to more of a pamphlet...
Short but sweet, I say.
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