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A few people have asked, so...
Mar. 11th, 2008 10:41 pmMy in laws called to check on Corey and heard about my adventures, and said they'd like to adopt the stone as a grandchild, so I should name it. (See why Corey's so weird???) They insisted that I name it too.
I decided on Bluto. Remember when Popeye would tackle Bluto and they would turn into that rolling mass of punches, kicks and puffs of dust? Yeah, that's how that little bastard felt on the way out. It was about the size of a pinhead, but it felt like a fucking dime--no, a spiked dime! On fire!
But it really was a tiny thing. After I washed up, I walked out of the hospital bathroom with it between my fingers, not sure if the horror was over, but willing to believe. I told Corey I'd passed something, and of course he wanted to see it, so I dropped it into a styrofoam coffee cup so we could look at it. Yes, we are weird. It looked like a breadcrumb, or maybe some of that stuff that you get in the corner of your eye, but it was hard, and sharp on the edges. The technician called my doctor (across the complex) and he said he wanted me to bring it to him after the scan. So there I was, staring into the little white cup because I had to sit there for the barium to get-in-my-belly. Every so often I would rattle the little stone in the cup, because I liked the sound it made, it was somehow soothing.
When I went into the scan room, I asked for a bio bag so I could put it inside and not lose it; I just put the whole cup into the bag so it would be easy to see. After the scan I carefully picked the bag up and Corey drove me over to the doc's office, where a technician in latex gloves carefully took it from me and disappeared into the back.
That was the last time I saw my buddy Bluto.
Apparently, Bluto, being heartbroken with the loss of his victim, sprang free as the tech was trying to get a hold of him with forceps, or whatever lab techs use to grasp wayward calcium deposits. I was told that Bluto was the victim of something very rare in their office, "a laboratory accident".
I think the little fucker is looking for me.
I decided on Bluto. Remember when Popeye would tackle Bluto and they would turn into that rolling mass of punches, kicks and puffs of dust? Yeah, that's how that little bastard felt on the way out. It was about the size of a pinhead, but it felt like a fucking dime--no, a spiked dime! On fire!
But it really was a tiny thing. After I washed up, I walked out of the hospital bathroom with it between my fingers, not sure if the horror was over, but willing to believe. I told Corey I'd passed something, and of course he wanted to see it, so I dropped it into a styrofoam coffee cup so we could look at it. Yes, we are weird. It looked like a breadcrumb, or maybe some of that stuff that you get in the corner of your eye, but it was hard, and sharp on the edges. The technician called my doctor (across the complex) and he said he wanted me to bring it to him after the scan. So there I was, staring into the little white cup because I had to sit there for the barium to get-in-my-belly. Every so often I would rattle the little stone in the cup, because I liked the sound it made, it was somehow soothing.
When I went into the scan room, I asked for a bio bag so I could put it inside and not lose it; I just put the whole cup into the bag so it would be easy to see. After the scan I carefully picked the bag up and Corey drove me over to the doc's office, where a technician in latex gloves carefully took it from me and disappeared into the back.
That was the last time I saw my buddy Bluto.
Apparently, Bluto, being heartbroken with the loss of his victim, sprang free as the tech was trying to get a hold of him with forceps, or whatever lab techs use to grasp wayward calcium deposits. I was told that Bluto was the victim of something very rare in their office, "a laboratory accident".
I think the little fucker is looking for me.
