I've mentioned two brothers I met whose dad was due for a biopsy. Apparently, the dad got his biopsy day before yesterday, was told it was clear yesterday, and got to go home immediately to recover. He didn't like staying at the hospital, and they've apparently got more flexibility with that than I imagined.
Anyway, that was all exciting in the sense of good news, and accurate prayers. I told Jerry that I was going to pray--and ask y'all to pray--for all clear biopsies while I'm on the floor. I don't know that I have faith for that, but I figured I'd just have a lot of fellowship with God and maybe the presence of God would just work miracles. Things work that way pretty often.
Then when I leave someone else will need to take over.
|Dr. Strickland examining lesions|
That's a Brian Regan joke—short version or long version—though I'm not joking about it being extremely painful. I had a fingernail plucked out once when my finger was caught in a sprocket. The plucked fingernail was worse pain for sure.
A Couple Funny Burping StoriesMy sister left me a comment after I said that I've always had trouble burping. She said she thought her contest-winning burping skills were because she's a Pavao.
Apparently not, but ...
Back when I was newly married, my wife and I were helping with a youth group at a church. She heard about a game in which the players race to eat a banana and then drink a 7-Up™.
Apparently, I wasn't insightful enough to see the point of such a game. I raced with the youth, ate my banana, and drank the whole 7-Up as fast as I could. I didn't win, but I did get the same results everyone else got--a bloated belly full of gas as the soda reacted with the banana.
Kids were burping everywhere, but not me.
I staggered to the kitchen in awful pain. My belly, which was flat back then, was bloated and tight as a basketball to the touch. I literally was wondering if I was going to burst my stomach and die.
Finally, I decided I had to do something because no burp was coming. The pain was worth a do or die solution. I took both fists and drove them into my belly as hard as I could. Fortunately, I didn't explode. I got a really massive burp out of it, though, and then, with the pressure off, I was able to get 2 or 3 more.
I came out of the kitchen white-faced, in a cold sweat, and told my wife what had happened.
The other story is more absent-mindedness.
|The nurses have really liked my Auburn, California scenery pictures|
My wife and I were at a Burger King, again back when I was in my 20's. On the way out I dumped my tray in the garbage can. Because of the where the garbage can was, this meant that I was standing between the counter and the very large, very full Burger King dining room, facing all the tables over the garbage can.
I must have had soda with the meal, and I must have had my mind in some other world, because I burped, loud and unrestrained, as I was dumping my tray. I think the turn of 40 or 50 heads probably roused me from my reverie, and I realized what I had just done.
Instantly, I dropped into a squat, hiding behind the garbage can. (Really.)
I waited just a moment, then got up and strode to the door at what was almost a run, never looking at anyone in the place.
Okay, well, that was real important. I hope you enjoyed that.