First, there was this time The Farmer traded me for magic beans......

So, I had nerve block #3 yesterday.
It hurt. And they didnt work... Six weeks of this crap & they didnt work!
Bah! What else can I say?

Wait, I always have something to say....you know what I dont get though? I mean, I know its normal for the Anesthesiologists office to do 1.2 million of these procedures a day, but for ME, I'd like a little bit of privacy. When your ass is hanging out and I mean HANGING out, do office staff HAVE to walk in, when you have your pants down?

Allow me to back up, so you get a clearer picture...
They have you get up on the tall table.
This table is meant for people that are 7 foot tall.

Since Im only 5'8", I have to use a stool.
Then, they have you lay on your stomach, atop two pillows. The nurse pulls yer knickers down, so your whole ass is hanging out. Literally.

I lost all decency & dignity upon giving birth last, so its not the fact that my ass is hanging out. Its the fact, that they do SOO many of these a day, they become the "norm"....so while the nurse is scrubbing me down with the brown goo...office staff casually walk in, and start stocking materials.

Hello? Im laying here with my ass hanging out, and they are STOCKING the room. No one knocks, they just enter. Im offended at this point, while 3 office staff are talking over my bare ass, trying to decide what they are ordering for lunch.

Seriously people?

Seriously.

So, that all leads me back to the Ass in Shrek...Donkey.

When he says: "Oh man where do I begin? First, there was this time the farmer traded me for some magic beans. I aint ever gotten over that.

Then this fool went off and had a party, and they all started trying to pin a tail on me. Then they all got drunk and started hitting me, yelling, Pinata! Pinata! "

Anyone ever feel like the Donkey on Shrek?
I know I did, lol.....