Reply #13: I was in my late twenties [View All]

[Floogeldy]

I played the guitar and sang for a living. I went in for a check up. The Doc told me my tonsils were swollen and atrophied. He said they had to come out. Seemed to be a little late in life, but I said, "Okay, maybe now I can hit even higher notes."

They knocked me out cold and cut on my throat. I woke up in the hospital and cried. I went home. I felt like shit. I kept taking Percocet. I didn't feel better after about ten days. I doubled up on the Percocet. That was pretty good, but I woke up one morning and coughed. Blood spewed out.

My Aunt called the Doc and he told me to come in immediately. Turns out, the incisions were infected. He cauterized the open, bleeding gaping holes in my throat. For those of you who do not know, it is like taking a soldering iron to the skin in the back of your throat to burn/melt them shut.

My Mom was standing in front of me while the doctor worked. He turned to her and said, "I wouldn't stand there if I were you." She stepped over to the side. About that time, I projectile vomited blood all over the wall on the other side of the room. How the Doc knew I was going to do that, I don't know.

Perhaps because HE FORGOT TO PRESCRIBE ANTIBIOTICS TO EVERY POOR FUCKING SOUL HE HAD EVER CUT ON IN THE PAST.