I just got back from the ER

You'll be fine.
I assisted two births and one surgery. Its not even THAT disgusting. You're badass, Cate.

 

Oh, I dont think birth is disggusting at all! I was looking at photos of it the other day. Fascinating. It made me, oddly enough, want a natural birth.

 

that sounds unbelievably painful.

 

I was kinda schocked, but okay...

I'm adopting one day

 

I can handle it.

 

I can handle a piece of metal going through my thigh, that doesn't mean I want it to happen.

 

Hahaha a piece of metal going through your thigh is neither something you were made to have happen, or comparable to birth of a human being

I feel that you men could literally not handle all that woman handles in life. Pussies. ... I shouldnt compliment you...

 

it's nowhere near comparable, but without invoking neurologically generated pain, it's all I've got.

 

I had a grand ole time in the ER once, years back I got into a bicycle wreck, ended up breaking my jaw in three places and shattering over ten of my teeth. I was picked up by an ambulance brought to the hospital and put in a line of other stretchers for about 45 minutes. When they finally did get me in a room, they damn near killed me with a mixture of their pain killers and the alcohol I had been drinking that night, apparently I stopped breathing and they had to reverse the effects of the pain killer and stitch up a massive cut I had on my chin. So after they got this done they X-rayed my jaw and determined that it was indeed broken and needed surgery. They call to see if there is a oral doctor on call to due the surgery, there is not so they sent me home and told my mother to keep checking on me while I sleep to make sure I has still breathing. They also gave me pain pills, hell I could not even close my mouth.

Fuck Poudre Valley Hospital, top ten hospital in the USA my ass.

 

Haha, that's funny, yesterday we went to the ER because our roomie's dad is a paramedic and we were looking for him and the paramedics' quarters were locked. There was this lady in there who looked like she was hard up for some kind of fix and she had just spoken to the guy at the triage desk, got all pissed off, and marched out just as we were leaving, bitching to this younger girl about "3 fucking hours...nothing, 3 fucking hours and they didn't do a damn thing!" So as she walked away, I said, "Awww, you didn't get your crack fix...boo hoo." I'm kind of glad she didn't hear me...I'm not sure I want to know what it's like to be on the other end of a fist belonging to an angry drug addict in withdrawals.