Earlier today, i had to get a TransEsophageal Echocardiogram (TEE) essentially to make sure i don't have any free floating ninja scabs on my heart that might cause further clogging in other arteries. The procedure entails them spritzing one's throat with a numbing agent and applying a minor sedative (enough to make things hazy, but not to knock a person out completely) before snaking a rather long tube with a camera on the end down one's throat. Even with the wonderfully charming narcotics I was given, i still had a bit of a gagging problem. Once they finished and snaked the tube back out of my esophagus, my first words apparently were, "Well, that settles that. There's no career in man-on-man porn for me."
i'm not sure why, but nobody found that nearly as funny as i did.
2 comments:
Well, I for one enjoyed your one-timer one-liner.
Presumably the ninja scabs have been banished by the union of porn and science...
All the best,
An admirer.
Tschuess,
Chris
i think it proves i need to find funnier doctors.
Admired,
TC
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