It felt like I had been raped by The Hulk

I was lying in the hospital bed, oxygen tubes in my nose, an IV in my arm pumping morphine into my blo

odstream, in

 what the nurse was telling me was “level 10 pain”.Only the night before I was a cool bar in Flagstaff (which was a nice change from the LA bars/clubs) having a blast with the eight new female friends I had just made who were up at NAU taking vocal training classes. My friends Ryan, John and Steve were all up there in a cabin for the weekend to get away. I was having some fun and letting them see how I had improved in the last two years since our last trip.
Only a week before I was at Boulevard 3 in Hollywood teaching at the Stylelife Total Life Makeover Conference. Teaching all day, coaching all night. Helping the guys all approach, showing them how it was done. I opened more sets that night than ever. Students were telling me this was the best weekend of their life, and seeing me in action was the coolest thing they had ever seen!
Now I am in bed with a hospital gown on, at the ER in Flagstaff, the cute nurse now approaches me and asks my name and if I have a living will. The fourth time I am asked about the will I ask them if they are fucking with

me. She tells me I have to fill out a form with all my personal info, too much pain, she will write what I say.
Name?
Age?
Job?………STYLELIFE…….what’s that?
……Well I am……like a………dating coach……..
LIKE HITCH?????
……..ya…….sorta…….
Hey can I ask you a question? My boyfriend and I………….
Time starts to blend together, one second I close my eyes and the nurse was there, they open and she is gone, close them again……….open and my brother is next to me.
I need a CAT scan, he leaves. I am told that this radioactive IV is going to get pumped into me so they can see things clearer. I am then told I also need to get the radioactive solution in my intestines so they can see if it is my appendix.
How do you get it in there?Then my worse fear comes true…….
A radioactive enema…….
Worst thing I have ever been through, afterwards as I am being wheeled back to my room, my whole body killing me, ass is sore, I feel like I had been raped by the HULK.
Twenty minutes later the doctor tells me they are preparing for surgery, my appendix has to come out.
What if I would have waited till I was back in LA like I wanted?
You would have died.
After surgery I wake up and ask how it went, she says the doctor will tell me tomorrow.
What, why not now?You won’t remember
BULLSHIT I WILL! (that’s all I remember from my time in the recovery room)
Wake up in the hospital, and the rest of the day is a blur.
That night a SUPER HOT nurse comes in and tells me she has to check my bandages. A week ago she wouldn’t have known what was in store for her, now I am laying there barely able to move. She pulls up my gown and looks all around my package and checks the bandages. She asks if I have used the restroom yet.Nope
Well when you do let me know.
A few hours later I get the strength to get up and make it to the bathroom, after puking the water and broth up that I “ate” I have the urge to go. Ten minutes later a drop comes out, for the next five minutes I squeeze some more out. I finally finish pissing into this plastic container, make it back to bed and hit the “call nurse” button.
My hot nurse comes in and asks if I am OK
I urinated
Good for you!
She measures it and says it was a good amount and to keep it up!
Oh how things have changed in a week…..originally posted July 23, 2008 comments copied over