27 January 2008
Taking the Cure81
I'm not quite sure how to explain it when it happens, as inevitably it must happen to me eventually, to some bored intake person at the E.R.
"It's like passing a ham through my left ventricle."
Of course, if she comes back with "Not a canned ham, I hope," I'll probably laugh myself right into a myocardial infarction.Posted at 2:57 AM to Dyssynergy