I was sitting there at work feeling fat, dumb and happy, as the saying goes, when I started to get the shakes. I began to feel queasy. Sweat broke out on my forehead. Pretty soon my shirt was soaked. Next thing I know, I'm on my back with a tube down my throat and a horrible sucking sound coming...out of me!
Finally I heard the doctor say, "we seem to have got it all." He looked at me. "How you feelin'?"
With the tube in my throat I could only nod a little and blink. They removed the tube. I must have been numbed, because it didn't hurt a bit.
"What happened?" I asked.
The doctor grinned, showed me a gallon jar of gray goo, and said, "It's too much moderation. You were drowning in it."
Friday, April 16, 2004
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