soulfly
Bluelight Crew
Stressinectomy
It seemed like such a simple procedure. The doctor had been a kind, smiling man in his mid-40s with pepper hair that reminded me of my father's...in an odd sort of way.
He said that they had had a 100% success rate with the procedure, and almost all of their patients went on to lead normal, healthy, productive lives.
"Hell, we've had Hollywood actors and actresses walk right through those doors you just walked through. Of course, i can't tell you who..."
So, based on my wife's advice (actually, her kicking me in the shins a number of times was more like it) and the doctor's reassurance... i went under the knife.
I looked up at the cieling, and wondered if that celing was at least a hundred degrees colder than this already cold room. When i sensed the anesthetics taking their much anticipated effects, i began to count to count the number of squares the celing tiles created...
1,2,3.....4...13....99....1067.....
and they just keep going...
and i was walking on them...
still counting out loud...i began yelling the numbers...
29,533....44,574.99....94579559853847 and ONE FUCKING THIRD!!!!
they just kept on going... and very softly i could sense the aura of panic all around me...
but i was calm... so very relaxed and just plain beautiful
everything i had ever wanted had come true...but i stll felt the pressure on my chest...
i heard a voice saying "that's it..." in a very somber voice
i wondered to myself "why is he so depressed??? everything was so perfect!! what's wrong with you, man??"
and i began to wonder where i was...
because everything had gone black...
and i looked around and saw no one, nothing at all. my friends weren't there...my wife wasn't there... hell... i'd give anything to hear that weird old doctor's voice again.
just silence, and suddenly things were not ok, fuck it...i was petrified
not because i was in pain, but because i had no idea what to do with myself... or even how to do it
The prosectuter stood up...looked coldly into the doctor's eyes...and said
"and so the patient died on the operating table at 6:14 pm... eastern time...
from unecessary surgery... doctor, there was nothing wrong with him in the first place!!!"
the doctor shivered for a minute...removed his glasses, and calmly said to the doctor:
"Yes, there was...he was in the wrong place at the wrong time...he did not belong here"
[This message has been edited by soulfly (edited 27 January 2001).]
It seemed like such a simple procedure. The doctor had been a kind, smiling man in his mid-40s with pepper hair that reminded me of my father's...in an odd sort of way.
He said that they had had a 100% success rate with the procedure, and almost all of their patients went on to lead normal, healthy, productive lives.
"Hell, we've had Hollywood actors and actresses walk right through those doors you just walked through. Of course, i can't tell you who..."
So, based on my wife's advice (actually, her kicking me in the shins a number of times was more like it) and the doctor's reassurance... i went under the knife.
I looked up at the cieling, and wondered if that celing was at least a hundred degrees colder than this already cold room. When i sensed the anesthetics taking their much anticipated effects, i began to count to count the number of squares the celing tiles created...
1,2,3.....4...13....99....1067.....
and they just keep going...
and i was walking on them...
still counting out loud...i began yelling the numbers...
29,533....44,574.99....94579559853847 and ONE FUCKING THIRD!!!!
they just kept on going... and very softly i could sense the aura of panic all around me...
but i was calm... so very relaxed and just plain beautiful
everything i had ever wanted had come true...but i stll felt the pressure on my chest...
i heard a voice saying "that's it..." in a very somber voice
i wondered to myself "why is he so depressed??? everything was so perfect!! what's wrong with you, man??"
and i began to wonder where i was...
because everything had gone black...
and i looked around and saw no one, nothing at all. my friends weren't there...my wife wasn't there... hell... i'd give anything to hear that weird old doctor's voice again.
just silence, and suddenly things were not ok, fuck it...i was petrified
not because i was in pain, but because i had no idea what to do with myself... or even how to do it
The prosectuter stood up...looked coldly into the doctor's eyes...and said
"and so the patient died on the operating table at 6:14 pm... eastern time...
from unecessary surgery... doctor, there was nothing wrong with him in the first place!!!"
the doctor shivered for a minute...removed his glasses, and calmly said to the doctor:
"Yes, there was...he was in the wrong place at the wrong time...he did not belong here"
[This message has been edited by soulfly (edited 27 January 2001).]
