it was ok.... 'cept i think my orthopedic surgeon is a distant relative of Dr. Joseph Mengele :angry:
he was like, "ok, sit on this table & i'm gonna remove your staples"... he then grabbed a pair of crooked tweezers & proceeded to yank them out like he was pulling buck-shot from a deer.... it was major ouchy!!!! all the little holes from where the staples once were began to bleed :disappointed: ...so as soon as i left his office i gulped down 3 pain killers :crackhead:
:-( sorry youre experience suckdeded so much. :huuuuuuuuuug:
i like when i went and hed talk into his lil recorder thing and used big ass words that i had no idea what they meant to explain what was going on.
<center>Angel On The Outside
Naughty On The Inside
You Gotta Rub Me The Right Way
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!
i gotta agree with Painter... scars are cool...
a friend of mine suggested that i get a tattoo on my knee of a zipper, on top of where all my staples were... when the staples were still in, it kind of looked like a zipper...