Tying up loose ends crapblogging
Long before I became immersed in IMTS I visited my MD. She wrote for some bloodwork, me being overdue, and I went in to get the blod drawn. As i left, they hand me this big bag. “Oh, cool! Consolation prize!” I think, but no, inside were three handy dandy buckets and some odd looking frame things.
The purpose of this, the receptionist informs me, are to collect stool specimens.
When they put the “biohazard” emblem on the oputside of the bag, they could never have imagined the horror.
Unfortunately, I do not have to fill the buckets and return them, as that would bring me unadulterated glee; no, I must merely daub samples from different turds, and spread them on the enclosed card. Twice per day, for three days.
Now, I have two meals that I know are perfect for this task, the first being pickled hardboiled eggs with warm Leinenkugel’s bock beer, and the second being Gyros & Guinness, with a side of onion rings. These combinations, even in microscopic quantities, are adequate to cause retching among even the most stouthearted. Any suggestions for the third? Remember, we’re talking aroma here, not consistency.
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My chili and a couple of shots of tequila would do it.
Not only does the aroma work wonders for world peace and harmony, but you’re damn near guaranteed to drop thirty pounds the next morning.
Kelly just read this and agreed heartily.
Why don’t you throw in an old pair of skivvies?
Stagg’s hot chili topped with a generous handful of chopped onions and shredded sharp cheddar, washed down with two or three Deschute’s Obsidian Stouts.
Absolutely delightful until halfway through the night. My beloved makes me go out and sleep in the RV. The dog stays with her. (The stench even wakes me up.)
Damn, email me that recipe.
A limburger cheese and white onion sandwich.
Then drink a cup of folgers coffee to cleanse your pallette, and eat a jar of those Derby brand tamales.
Anything with plenty of garlic oughta do the trick.
Eat plenty of beets, too. This’ll make the doctors freak out and think you shit away your entire intestinal lining. Then they’ll open you up like a can of beans to get at what they’re sure is a basketball-sized bleeding tumor two feet up your colon.
Sound’s to me like it’s time for a trip to White Castle. Of course, wash it down with the beer of your choice. You do live several hours from Indy, right, Og?
I can understand needing multiple samples, but TWICE? In ONE day?!? WTF?!? I consider myself “regular”, but I don’t think I could go twice in one day….
Oh I so hate to burst the bubble of enthusiasm… sadly all they are looking for is blood (on passing through the digestive tract – changes color and is not so noticeable). High levels in all the samples means there is a problem that needs fixing like – right now. The smell factor is pretty much a non-issue when you give them back. (trust me when I say they’ve smelled far worse and lived to tell – heh)
At least you get to mess with your own output. As a nurse I got to mess with other people’s… not so fun, but part of the job.
Actually, Will, Ogger can WALK to a White Castle from where he is, if he’s so inclined — as can I, come to think of it. Hmmmmm …
Plenty of chili, and half box of Boo-berry ceral for color would be my choice.
That would be “cereal”.
Try a nice venison steak marinated in garlic and soy sauce, with some good stout beer – Tooth Sheaf Stout, Guiness, Murphy’s, Beamish… Did wonders for the men at one of my summertime barbecues. None of our wives allowed us to sleep in the bedroom that night…
Homemade baked beans, bratwurst and a heaping side of slaw?
After reading these comments, I wanna go take me a big ole country dump.
Hard to believe you’ve never won a crap blogging award.
Hard to believe you’ve never won a crap blogging award.
Kielbasa with sauerkraut and horseradish mustard. Or kimchi with almost anything.