Introduction
I have been a sufferer of Hemorrhoids for as long as it has taken me to learn to spell the word properly without having to second guess myself, or look in a dictionary. Well I finally decided to do something about them, the internal ones at least. I will be undergoing HET or hemorrhoid energy therapy later this month, an operation which will require me to be put under General Anesthesia, and that, I will not lie, is pretty unnerving to me. I’ve only ever been sedated as a child for ear tubes, and tonsil removal: never as an adult. This said, God knows my sense of humor, and provided me some comfort—I scheduled my treatment date for January 26th, which I later found out happens to be Australia Day, the anniversary of the discovery of Australia (their forth of July so to speak), and indeed though I have not been there yet, I too will be celebrating with fireworks down-under.
This month’s Drabbles will be of a hemorrhoidal vein so if you are squeamish or easily offended click away now, and I will see you in February. You have been warned.
COLORFUL LANGUAGE
“Well, Jan, it’s time for my daily blood letting,” George said.
“Do you really have to call it that?”
“It’s what it is.”
“You really should get those addressed.”
“But then I couldn’t use fun phrases like, ‘time to make soup for the vampires,’ or, ‘whelp, I’m off to press some grapes.’”
“Sometimes you disgust me,” she said, holding her hand over her mouth. “Just hurry up.”
George smiled as he walked into the bathroom. “You can’t hide that smirk from me.”
Jan rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna watch my show, then start dinner. Hopefully you’ll be finished by then.”