Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Worst Pain Imaginable

In response to a friend’s recent emergency appendectomy, I was reminded/prompted to relate the following:


On a Thursday evening in the fall of 2005 I went to bed with a stomachache. I usually don’t have them much anymore since I quit dating I don’t have to put up with mounting gas pressure anymore. I have always suspected that I have a high tolerance for pain, and the fact that I put up with the pain for nearly 24 hours is evidence of that fact. On Friday, I took a kid to the hospital for dental surgery and went into work. The pain was distracting enough that I couldn’t really concentrate and our office manager commented that I was starting to look a little green. I decided to go to the hospital just to get reassurance that everything was ok.

I hadn’t realized just how much pain I was in until they hooked me up to an I.V. and shot me up with Morphine (which, by the way, is not a pleasant experience either… the initial reaction for my body was a shot of painful burning that swept through my body as the drug sped through my blood stream.) After the Morphine, I was finally able to lie flat on the table, the pain had me bent double up to that point.

Turns out I had an appendix that was swollen three times the normal size and tucked in behind my colon. I needed old fashion, cut-you-open, surgery.

All that was nothing.

When I woke up from that surgery, (the second one of the year for me—the other one is a great story too, for later) I was introduced to the greatest pain man will ever face. Two nurses came in and informed me that I needed to be voided. Turns out, they thought you had to pee every four hours or you would die. I tried to tell them all about my peeing habits—and the superhuman size of my bladder… all to no avail.

I think the entire hospital heard my reaction to the ordeal.

Four hours later, they were back. I tried to tell them I just didn’t need to yet. It didn’t work. This time, I glanced down there. I wish to this day I hadn’t. Did you know that the tube they stick in there is as big around as… well, let’s just say biology and physics are two separate disciplines. By the way, I was right… I didn’t need to go.

After that, I laid low and hoped they had forgotten about me. I was never so happy as I was for the squirt I produced on my own several hours later. Every nurse on duty got to see it.

2 comments:

  1. Hilarious and alll too real!

    Thanks for posting that Jason! Now I can't wait for the other surgery story.

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  2. YOu do know that you have the right to turn down any medical procedure you do not want to undergo right? This reminds me of another DIetz medical moment involving a finger and a violation of ones manhood in the worst way that Jason underwent when we were younger having to get physicals for the board and that I was able to avoid after having a come to JEsus meeting with the doc.

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