Dearest neuro my lovely friend,
I wrote a poem for you:
If I had ovaries I'd give them to you,
But I have testicles and they just won't do.
This is the price I pay,
For being a man like me,
You have your ultrasound today,
Please remember not to pee.
Get well soon sis, you're in my thoughts and prayers!
Love,
John.
That is so beautiful. SNIFF!
Posted by neuro-praxis at July 15, 2005 01:26 PMthat poem is classic :D
hope you're feeling a bit better now neuro.
i know just how those uncomfortable it is before those ultrasounds!
i recall you having things investigated a while ago - why could they not remove stuff before it ruptured? poor neuro :(
Posted by janine at July 16, 2005 10:59 AMSo it's true what they say:
Inner explosions make people hilarious.
Posted by stig at July 16, 2005 12:51 PMNah Janine, I had to wait three months for that ultrasound. At least I didn't die in the meantime. I just experienced hideous bleeding and agony!
:)
Posted by neuro-praxis at July 17, 2005 08:56 PMI just heard Shaun Wright Phillips left Citeh. Shambles. I am in Kiev and am more than worried about my own insides. The Ukrainian food is revolting and the revolution could soon go public and orange. If this makes sense, you are obviously fluent in Russian since English syntax is now a dim memory.
Ukrainia out.
Zoomtardachev
Posted by Zoomtardski at July 20, 2005 06:44 PM