It wasn’t a great day from the beginning. After enduring a colonoscopy last week my doc told me I needed to do something about them hemorrhoids. Said there is a new fix that was quick and easy and the alternative was eventual surgery, which is not quick and easy. I went to the web site and watched a video of what he proposed to do to me. (
CRH O'Regan System Video Demonstration ) I don’t know why, but I made an appointment.
They say it doesn’t hurt, it’s just a sensation of pressure. He told me I could take a Tylenol to ease any discomfort. I love the euphemisms the medical profession uses. I guess having a mule stand on your foot could be described as pressure, but it still hurts. After a couple of hours at home waiting for the Tylenol to take care of the “discomfort” I said “f-that” and washed a couple of Darvoset down with a glass a wine. It was the last wine in the house, so about an hour later I convinced my keeper to take me to the store to get some more because there was still a mule’s foot way up my azz and I could still feel it.
So I’m suffering in line behind a woman with a 5 year old and she bends over to get something out of her cart and I notice a tat on her lower back and in a fit of drug induced cheerfulness I say, “Nice stamp!” and she says thanks. Then she pulls out her WIC coupons and starts paying for her food. I asked her how much the stamp like that cost. She told me $120 dollars. So in the same state of drug induced cheerfulness I innocently ask, “How come you can spend $120 on a tat and can’t support your child?”
It just came out - I don’t know why.
The whole place got quiet. She left without a word. Nobody said anything until I left.
They say “In vino veritas” but mix a little wine with a Darvocet kicker and a severe pain in your butt and you just get, well … even more truthful.