My rough night
So I've been on pain meds for my back - and got constipated like fuck. Like anal fissure like fuck. So anyways, 2 d ago after luckily not causing an aneurysm and dropping a 7lb tail - I get proactive. I drink a huge glass of Miralax and my wife sends me to work with freeze dried okra. Like a pound. I ate a subway sandwich with extra jalapeños and end up eating whole bag of okra. So vadge's GIT is active. Like swamp gas. Like cause a divorce gas. So I'm at work, and kinda looking at some patients and kinda let a massive SBD. It's bad. When your own effluence causes u to ninja away wiping your nose - it's bad. Anyway - a chain reaction happens as not 1, not 2, but 3 nurses notice the smell and look in my direction. For which I quickly blame "Bosco". Poor dog. After scolding him - Girls moved him to the back room with the HVAC and we started him on antibiotics - cause "it smells like death!" and "does he have salmonella!" were called into question.Â
Good news: I expect Bosco to make a full recovery. Hahaha
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hahahah, this was great :)
I can't tell you how many times I've read this, but each time i laugh out loud. I thought it was so epic that i shared it with mrs evil, the anti-christ, who has zero tolerance for anything that i enjoy, especially when it involves a quitter.
As expected, she saw no humor in it. I know that this post will come up in therapy or as a primary reason for divorce. I hope the shrink or judge has a sense of humor as i intend to read it word for word, and will likely laugh out loud again.