But, you see, the issue wasn't really the needle...it was the previous evenings hot wings. (let's just say....super hot) So, mix that little ingredient with some needle anxiety and you get "gas". Perfect, just perfect.
I wait my turn, stealthily running to the men's room to deposit an odour that would make weapons grade mustard gas blush. Then it happens....they call me.
Please God, I pray, let me make it through this without skunk spraying my doctor and I'll do pious deeds for the rest of my life.
Well, as it turns out, God was on a coffee break when I prayed because I nearly suffocated my Doctor and his intern. On the upside, my Doctor got to tease his intern, who left the room. On the downside, I didn't get any pre-needle topical anesthetic. Doc said it wasn't necessary. Um....ya, I'll give you that one Doc. Guess you owed me one.
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