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Also I've got a massive itchy dandruff problem all of a sudden, but I'll go take care of that in a bit. But that's my fault for taking a bath wrong last night.
But I went in yesterday for my final bit of testing, which was an outpatient procedure, which means I am finally done with horrible stupid diets and feeling like ass for no reason at all. Honestly I only did this whole thing because I wanted to have it documented and charted that these problems that I've been managing largely through diet for years anyway do exist, just as a matter of caution in case things get worse down the line. But I had a ridiculous experience while they rolled me into surgery for prep. It was me on the bed, and four ladies doing their thing. Two older women, and two younger women. One of the older women was the anaesthesiologist, whom I'd talked to earlier briefly when she explained what to expect, and she was doing her thing getting ready. One of the younger ladies was doing a thing with the air mask, getting that all set up, and asked me what my plans were when I got home. I said that one of my favourite shows had an earlier premiere I was hoping to catch (which I only just realised about an hour ago was wrong; it's tonight, but two days of fasting had me so fucked up I'd lost track of what day it was). She asked what show, and I said Never Mind the Buzzcocks, expecting a non-reaction, or at the very most, "Oh, what's that?" or whatever.
She did ask that, or at least tried to. Except she was drowned out because the two older women both started laughing so loudly, it actually startled the other two who now had no idea what was so funny. I laughed as well, and was like, "Yeah, they know what's up." So while they were trying to get everything ready for the procedure, I wound up explaining to the two older ladies that the Buzzcocks is back, and has been for a few years now, while also trying to explain to the other two what a Buzzcock is when it's at home. I said something about it being on the BBC for ages, until it got cancelled, and then Sky picking it up, and the anaesthesiologist laughed again and said, "Oh, that explains it. I can never find anything on Sky!" And again, the two younger ladies were even more lost, because we might as well have been speaking an alien language at that point.
Then as they had me get all settled, I told her about the new Mick Hucknall's Photobomb round, and the last thing I remember was her mad witch cackling at the entire idea, and that's a fucking bizarre thing to be put under to, frankly. Absolute last place I would have expected to find some common niche interests, and I really hope the two younger ladies actually got a proper explanation for what the fuck we were talking about at some point.
But I went in yesterday for my final bit of testing, which was an outpatient procedure, which means I am finally done with horrible stupid diets and feeling like ass for no reason at all. Honestly I only did this whole thing because I wanted to have it documented and charted that these problems that I've been managing largely through diet for years anyway do exist, just as a matter of caution in case things get worse down the line. But I had a ridiculous experience while they rolled me into surgery for prep. It was me on the bed, and four ladies doing their thing. Two older women, and two younger women. One of the older women was the anaesthesiologist, whom I'd talked to earlier briefly when she explained what to expect, and she was doing her thing getting ready. One of the younger ladies was doing a thing with the air mask, getting that all set up, and asked me what my plans were when I got home. I said that one of my favourite shows had an earlier premiere I was hoping to catch (which I only just realised about an hour ago was wrong; it's tonight, but two days of fasting had me so fucked up I'd lost track of what day it was). She asked what show, and I said Never Mind the Buzzcocks, expecting a non-reaction, or at the very most, "Oh, what's that?" or whatever.
She did ask that, or at least tried to. Except she was drowned out because the two older women both started laughing so loudly, it actually startled the other two who now had no idea what was so funny. I laughed as well, and was like, "Yeah, they know what's up." So while they were trying to get everything ready for the procedure, I wound up explaining to the two older ladies that the Buzzcocks is back, and has been for a few years now, while also trying to explain to the other two what a Buzzcock is when it's at home. I said something about it being on the BBC for ages, until it got cancelled, and then Sky picking it up, and the anaesthesiologist laughed again and said, "Oh, that explains it. I can never find anything on Sky!" And again, the two younger ladies were even more lost, because we might as well have been speaking an alien language at that point.
Then as they had me get all settled, I told her about the new Mick Hucknall's Photobomb round, and the last thing I remember was her mad witch cackling at the entire idea, and that's a fucking bizarre thing to be put under to, frankly. Absolute last place I would have expected to find some common niche interests, and I really hope the two younger ladies actually got a proper explanation for what the fuck we were talking about at some point.
