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Quote: Why my WINKY ?? ?? - Updated
« on: Jun 23rd, 2005, 1:08pm » Quote Modify
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Ok, I know this is a caring and compassionate group, and we can relate things without any snide, or uncalled for remarks. RIGHT ?? ?? I know Drummer posted of his, somewhat similar, unfortunate experience, a long time ago. He spoke of needing a safety kit, to protect himself. He may be right.
As you all know, I get hit fairly often. Many times, if I am downstairs in the living room, and there are visitors here, when I get hit, I grab my oxygen mask and then run into the half bath with it, so I can be in privacy. Many times I sit on the throne and bounce and rock around. In doing this, I cracked and broke the toilet seat, in the front, so that there is a split, and with pressure, it opens up. I have been meaning to replace that seat. I AM GOING TO DO THAT TODAY !! !! !!
WELL, let me relate what happened today. A co-worker stopped by to see how I am doing, as I have missed so much work, of late. I just had on a pair of gym shorts, as I had not gotten dressed yet. Naturally, the beast made a call. I turned on the oxygen, grabbed my mask and made a bee line for the bathroom. While in there, I felt I had another bodily function to do, so I dropped my drawers and sat down. I did what I had to do, but continued to sit there, rocking, while dealing with the beast.
While rocking, I slid forward on the seat, the gap opened up, and YUP, my dangling “best part” got into that gap, and when I rocked, it pinched it, HARD !! !! !! Well, I jumped up, screaming, and when I lifted my weight off the seat, the gap closed completely, with a VERY important part of me still in it! When I jumped up, and the gap closed, the seat proceeded to rip a hunk of skin on my poor ole winky. I started to jump around holding my injured part, and proceeded to trip on my shorts, that were at my ankles. That caused me to fall into the door, causing it to fly open, smashing my nose, and falling out into the kitchen.
So there I am, rolling, naked, on the floor, screaming, with one hand on my groin, covered in blood, the other hand on my nose, also covered in blood, with my co-worker staring in absolute horror at me, trying VERY hard not to laugh, not knowing what to do, as he has been warned, DO NOT GO NEAR ME, OR TOUCH ME when I am getting hit !! !! !!
I think my winky is out of commission for a while ... Like it makes a difference ...
The good thing is, during this process, the beast left. The problem is, do I think I could repeat this procedure several times a day, to kill a hit? Hmm mm mm ... I am not sure I want to try it again.
Where is that safety kit?
Chuck
PS: I KNOW not one of you are going to laugh at me, ARE YOU !! ?? !! ??
EDITED to give credit to Drummer, not Hub. Thanks. Linda!
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