You all sound like a bunch of crocs. Well, to fit in, how about this one. (Applogies for those who don't want to read this, but you don't have to live with it, I do).
Hokay. Last Thursday, had myself a conoloscopy. For those that don't know, that's where they knock you out and shove a polaroid camera up yer kyber and do all sorts of other assorted party tricks. Anyway, it over and done with and the arseole's feeling remakably good. But my right hip and ankle is killing me. I'm thinking wtf they do to me while I was out, but don't think much of it. Went for a short 30 km ride yesterday which was okay, then did 70 km this morning. My hips still killing me and my ankles playing up something chronic, but what's worse is I have to be very delicate not to tweak my sac when I sit down. Normally it's not that badly behaved so I'm thinking I better have a look at it when I get home.
Now, I don't know about you fellas but I don't look at my sac much. It's a kind of non-descipt thing. Pretty borning. Guess it serves a purpose, but otherwise it's just meh. Anyway get home, go for a shower, flip the snag away to have a look at it, and fark me it's black. THE FARKERS BLACK!!! It's like all those years of me wishing I was hung like a black fella, god finally heard me and thought he'd play a bad joke. I'm half hung like a black fella alright. Just the wrong bit. Now I'm thinking WTF did they do to me while I was under? Take a bludy cricket bat to em or something? I mean why would they mess with them? Were they playing up in class or something so they took the paddle to em? So I've got a black sac and I don't know what it means. Hopefully a black sac doesn't turn into a bad sac, then I will be living up to my name. Don't know how this is going to effect my ride down to Narabeen on Thursday. Don't know how black sacs effect one on the bike?
So moral of the story. If ever you're going to go in for a procedure where they knock you out, get it video tapped. Who knows what the bastids do to you while you're out of it.
