Snafu #2
Ah yes, you knew it was coming. After a long night on the bathroom floor and barfing every time the clock struck the hour . . . and 10 minutes after the hour . . . and 20 minutes after the hour . . . ad infinitum, I was persuaded to visit ye olde ER. Don't know if it was the Crohn's or just a stomach bug, but apparently I ripped my esophagus from my manly vomiting, so I couldn't eat or drink anything. Then Dr. #1 said something about possibly having lymphoma, but Dr. #2 seemed to think that was ridiculous. Fire Dr. #1, says I.
Going home tomorrow. Feel just fine and should have staged a jailbreak 24 hours ago. Ah well.
Bottom 3 hospital experiences (which I realize are laughably minor. I'm counting my blessings):
3 - Shot to the gut to prevent blood clots. No thanks, next time I'll just die of the blood clot.
2 - Clear liquid diets. All menu items have three ingredients: water, high fructose corn syrup, triptomioformaldahydronicus (or some variation on the latter).
1- Utter boredom.
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