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Timmy Taes's avatar

On November 22, 2022 (JFK assassination day), I fell at the local grocery store parking lot and broke my right hip into a dozen pieces or more. I don't know for sure. The X-Ray results were never shared with me.

The local ER was cold. Not enough IV Fentanyl was given to me for the pain. The X-Ray room was worse than any torture chamber.

Fortunately, I had surgery the next day (#5 and last on that day before Thanksgiving). I was under the gas in the OR for 2.5 hours.

My surgeon spent a total of 90 seconds with me when I was conscious. A turkey at home awaited him,

I was pleasant with the staff. My mistake was, while under the influence of pain killers, telling the doctor that I drank 12 Amstel Lights a day. I was declared an alcoholic and given some drugs (I think). My broken hip would heal as it would in their opinion. My alcoholism must be cured,

On the third day I told them to take their medicine and shove it along with the blood draws and blood pressure checks. I was leaving the hospital.

And I did.

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Brian Wilson's avatar

Death's OK - I just don't want to be there when it happens.

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