Ramblings of a Nerd With Too Much Spare Time

Doctors can be cruel people. They can screw around with your head, in ways that none can. To illustrate: (This happened to me last year, I fell down and hurt my arm, and had spent an hour and a half in the doctor's waiting room) Doctor: Sorry about the wait. This is one of the healthiest X-Rays I have ever seen. But when we compare that with yours ...  That's not right. As it is I was really scared. This next incident was told to me by a doctor friend of my dad's. But a little info first.  Going into anaesthesia is one of my favourite memories. They made me breathe this gas smelling like strawberries and you feel light headed for two minutes, then you have the best sleep of your life.  Coming out, however, is not so great. You are alert, awake, and scared out of your mind. Anything startles you.  My friend told me about this poor patient who went in for tonsil removal.   Surgeon (To my friend recovering from anaesthesia) Ah, it's good ...

I've not been feeling like myself, lately, and have been a tad depressed. Now, I'm not looking for pity, I have a saying: "If your looking for sympathy, you'll find it in the dictionary halfway between shit and syphilis" Anyway, I read somewhere that talking to your friends about your problems can be helpful, and would help you lose your inhibitions. So I gave it a go. I talked to my friends for two hours about my problems.  I'm glad to say that I lost my inhibitions.  I also lost my friends.  Now, I talk to auto drivers about my problems.  Two distinct advantages here- 1) It stops him talking about his problems 2) It's amazing how much bloody quicker you reach your destination.