@grasshopper
Before my procedure today my mom’s boyfriend joked to the receptionist, “If he dies, will you come tell me?” And we hehe and haha’d about it. Time skip twenty minutes they start talking poking at the dying tissue; I throw up and pass out mid-procedure. Projectile vomit all over the office. The doctor literally runs out of the room and never comes back. Time skip another hour, mom’s bf is taking me home, I ask him if he can grab me a water from the gas station because I’m dying and he brings me this. Thanks
