Posted by Paco (126.96.36.199) on May 04, 2000 at 17:12:45:
I have put off the gruesome telling of this adventure, because it is embarrassing and I don't like to remember it. But, I think the board needs a little humor about now, and Carl's latest problem reminded me of this:
About two years ago, a great meal of smoked salmon at a restaurant poisoned me. All night I was jumping out of bed about every thirty minutes to spew from both ends. Sorry. That's as polite as I can make it. Around midnight, I was jolted awake again, but with a fully developed cluster. On my way to the O2 tank, I had to stop for the commode again, sat down and filled same, leaned over and barfed on the tile floor. I was very weak and really hurting and used the shelving behind me to try to stand up. A large ceramic pot with an artificial plant fell on my head, bounced off (of course)and hit the commode, breaking it in half. I managed to sit down on the edge of the tub, holding my bleeding head, surveying the vomit, shit and blood all over the floor. My wife--who can't even stand to put a Bandaid on a cut finger--heard the crash and came running. When she saw me holding my bleeding head, she thought I had finally shot myself. Eventually, she got me cleaned up, stopped the bleeding and helped me downstairs to the O2 tank. I went to the doctor the next day about the food poisoning. After I called the plumber.
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