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Originally Posted by pdurrant
Thanks for the original post and this follow-up post. My first shot (of two) now booked. It's 12 years until I'm eligible for the free NHS one, so I'm paying for this one myself.
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I hate to see you spend your dosh/readies, Paul--but if in the universe of odds, there were any odds that you'd get this...hell, 30% as badly as I did, you'll be glad you spent it.
Last night--I'm in the Little Captain's Room (yes, yes powder room) and I'm pulling down my 3-sizes-too-big tee-shirt, post-ablutions.
Now, you can all imagine, I've developed dancer- and gymnastics-champion-like-
devoutness around clothing, hands, and all that, right?
I
literally don't [remember precisely what happened--either my shirt, (?) or a fingertip or...? something, lightly, (I think?) touched a piece of the rash on my back.
Next thing I know,
I'm on the floor. I received this jolt of...I don't even know what to call it, like I said above/upthread, The Taser of God, and I was sitting/lying on the floor. I have almost
no recollection of the touch or incident, the shirt, the pain...just sitting on the floor, feeling like the "after" in those TV shows and movies where people get tasered. ZAAAP and then, the floor.
Bizarre is the simplest word I can choose for it.
And damn, who realized that 15-16 years later, Travertine floors would be so hard for bony old broads to sit on, abruptly? LOL.
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Hitch