Chris sat in a gray plastic chair and turned away from the exam table to avoid what he was about to see. We’re not chocolate starfish players, so he really, and I mean really did not want this view. He was there in the room with me at the colorectal surgeon's office for two reasons: I’m half deaf and I was totally stoned on Ativan.
Well, then. I shan't tell you about the colonoscopy I had to have when I was eleven because my colitis was causing me to wither away to nothing and my mother was forced to abandon her holistic healer and take me to a board-certified internist before child services took me away. Good luck with the fistula!