the very first time they got me, i thought it would be a great idea to drive myself to the ER, I tried to sit in the passenger seat, but the pain was making me throw-up.
Figured I would try to take my mind off it by driving(divided attention). My wife was like WTF dumb ass!!! Seems she was right.
I made it about 2 miles, pulled over, rolled out of the car into the road, and told her to call the ambulance.
On the ride to the ER, they gave me 3 shots of morphine, I remember the medic asking how the pain was "well, you have taken the edge off it" was my reply
the look on his face was priceless, actually the last thing I really remember clearly, and then he said "you should be able to pass a HORSE with all I gave you...just took the edge off" then he laughed..hard and loud.
So I am in the ER, at the hospital my Fav Aunt works at, and she is there as they give me an injection of something...and then the world is right again.
By this time, my wife has made her way into the room, and I tell her "be careful baby, they steal shoes...see" as i do my beast to lift my feet and show her that my flippie-floppies are missing. (umm they were still there)
My Aunt just looks over and says, in a hushed tone..."it's the drugs"
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