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'nother spinal tap.
'nother needle; big bulking needle, in my back.
this time they went low. very low and pulled my drawls down past my knees.
lying there on a gurney, a whole bevy of VA "residents," looking on.
nobody told me i'd be bare ass.
but i was. had to laugh, typical VA.
pants down. here comes the needle.
directed towards tailbone. the "residents," seemed distracted.
this asian, she wanted waffles.
and this indian, he wanted pancakes.
IHOP was the conversation as my heart rate shot up and they figured it was time to up the anesthetic.
apparently they hit scar tissue.
needle got jammed.
catheter wouldn't come out.
wouldn't squirt it's goo into my spinal column.
the college students asked the real doctor for assistance.
-- he was manning the x-ray.
and he came near, told me there'd be a little pressure and literally used all his body weight to jam this thick 'ole needle past my tailbone into the gap between my vertebra.
couldn't help but cringe.
yelp.
you just can't hold that kinda pain in.
least i can't.
nope.
but i didn't cry.
laughed.
don't think i have tears.
laugh.
can't find 'em.
laugh.
and they kept telling me i was doing a "great job."
laugh.
hell they know about doing a "great job?"
laugh.
honest to God, this kinda treatment should be reserved for prisoners.
these punk-ass bloods and crips and la emme.
they're tough, right?
they won't cry.
anyways, after a good twenty-minutes, i'm wheeled out.
numb.
used.
my Dad brought me there.
and then took me back.
two, three days, they say. then we find out if it worked.
sure hope it does.
this is no fun.
