Extreme piercing
posted by Missus Boot at 15:05
After having several attempts to get a tap in my hand, four metal things stuck in my front, being inflated with so much gas so that my diaphragm reached my shoulders and lots of lovely drugs, I am without a gall bladder.

The surgeon had a quick butchers at his work yesterday morning and proclaimed it as 'magnificent', which was nice. I'm not sure whether he was commenting on his surgery or my general magnificence, I was so out of it on various -ines that I completely forgot to ask.

They wouldn't let me keep it, either, so there goes my, 'how much would someone pay for my gall bladder on Ebay' experiment. But I can have painkillers again, which is a result as I'm in loads of pain and all that.

Incidentally, before the op my blood pressure was 99/66 and my pulse was 66, making me wonderfully divisible by 11 and 3. I found this reassuring for some strange reason.




Extreme piercing, or what?