I still think Twisted Fingers has me beat. But not by much.
Even with all these accidents, I've never broken a bone.
Apparently this is a sign that Wes and I should not "hang out" :shock: :P
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming -- "WOW--What a Ride!"
I had a large cyst removed and sewn back up again with no anaesthetic.
The shots they gave me wouldn't work...they shot me up 8 times, and still, nothing at all. I got annoyed and said whatever doc, do it anyway. Then he whipped out a gleaming scalpal and went to town on my neck. I couldn't move my head for 2 days and my fingers ripped a hole in the cheap vinyl on the doctor's table when he first cut into me. I thought it would hurt, but not as much as it did. Then they sewed me up with like a zillion stitches, put a BAND AID on me and said have a nice day.
Fun.
