When I had my CAT scan - in the 80's - on my neck, they taped my head down to keep me from moving.. she stuck the IV in my arm, then bent my arm over my chest like a corpse and it dug the needle so far in my arm I wanted to whack her.. So, they fill me full of dye.. a LOT of dye.. when we were done, I figured I'd walk home.. it was about a half mile away, so might as well walk on a beautiful day..
As I stated my walk, I notice I needed to pee.. with each step it got worse and worse.. they didn't tell me I'd be expelling the dye this quickly.. halfway home and I'm walking with my knees crunched together.. it was unbearable.. so I ducked into an alley and had THE BEST pee of my life... I swear I achieved liftoff it was so strong.. No prostrate problems for me - of course I was, like 23, at the time.. By the time I got home, I had the second best pee of my life.... sheesh..
Now, I had a heart CAT scan 2-3 years ago.. they did find a blockage, but not bad enough at the time to do anything.. probably is by now, but I don't wanna go back..
Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..
