I hear where you're comin' from...I was incarcerated at Johnson City Medical Center for my Gastric By-Pass surgery last year...The bed they had me in was more suited for an 8-yr-old kid...Its GASTRIC BY-PASS, we're BIG lard-butts, & we get stuck in baby-beds ?!? Then they had me hooked up to about 5011 machines, every one of which would go BEEEEEEEP loudly if you moved. And if all THAT wasn't bad enuff, about the time you'd finally drift off to sleep, here'd come a nurse to get a blood sample. I got EVERY "Learner" in NE Tennessee, not a damn one of 'em knew how to draw blood. One little girl, after puncturing me painfully in both arms, I finally sez to her, "Honey, I dunno much, but see them blue streaks in me arms ? I THINK, I ain't sure, mind you, but I THINK, they're called veins...Try gettin' some juice outta one o' them"...Which got her tickled, & then she finally left & sent the old battleaxe nurse back, who got blood from me toot sweet...
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