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OIias_of_Sunhillow #1 Posted 16 March 2020 - 11:22 AM

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Who knew you could fry toilet paper..!

PeaceWalker1 #2 Posted 16 March 2020 - 02:56 PM

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I put toilet paper on my toilet paper. Then i add some salt and pepper and add another layer of toilet paper. Voila, the toilet paper sandwich is ready......

Sometimes i wish i had bought actual food instead of just 600 rolls of toilet paper, but i guess now its to late for regret



OIias_of_Sunhillow #3 Posted 16 March 2020 - 03:29 PM

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View PostPeaceWalker1, on 16 March 2020 - 01:56 PM, said:

I put toilet paper on my toilet paper. Then i add some salt and pepper and add another layer of toilet paper. Voila, the toilet paper sandwich is ready......

Sometimes i wish i had bought actual food instead of just 600 rolls of toilet paper, but i guess now its to late for regret

 

 

At least your turds will come out ready-wrapped.



evilchaosmonkey #4 Posted 16 March 2020 - 08:12 PM

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If you really are in isolation (never can tell anything a Dinger says is real or not), then I truly wish you a speedy recovery.



OIias_of_Sunhillow #5 Posted 16 March 2020 - 08:22 PM

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View Postevilchaosmonkey, on 16 March 2020 - 07:12 PM, said:

If you really are in isolation (never can tell anything a Dinger says is real or not), then I truly wish you a speedy recovery.

 

I work in a trampoline park. Amongst, 'other', stuff.

Last Wednesday I awoke with a cough. A mild one. But because of my 'history', with chest infections, with advice, I put myself in voluntary isolation for 7 days.

Seems it was well timed, looking at the news.

 (If I ever find the written description of the 'Lung-wash', I had a few years ago, I'll put it here.)

 


Edited by OIias_of_Sunhillow, 16 March 2020 - 08:41 PM.


OIias_of_Sunhillow #6 Posted 16 March 2020 - 08:44 PM

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Here you go....

 

 

NEVER, want to go through that crapagain.

 

It all started with a chest infection that just wouldn't move on. I'd had this for about 7 months. I, my mrs, and my doctor had had enough.

Work was a struggle some days, thankfully my superiours understood that I wasn't well, and allowed me time to recover.

It was time to get to the bottom of this.

I was booked in for a scan, and depending on the results of that scan, would then be sent for a bronchoscopy.

The scan revealed a 4mm 'nodule'. Probably benign, I was told, but they'll do the bronchoscopy anyway. Just to satisfy all parties involved.

So an appointment was made for me to see the specialist.

 

Pat came with me, a friend took us because I was told I was getting sedated.

Appointment was at 1330, we got there about 1315. 'Booked' in, and went and sat down in the waiting room. A mischievous, noisy, kid made me more 'tetchy' as we waited. I was scared shitless as it was, a screaming kid, running about the waiting area was not what I wanted.

As soon as they went, I was called in for prep stuff. Explanations, warnings, side effects, ...you know the drill. Then we went back and waited a bit more, till the 'surgeon' was ready to see me. We went back the way we had been half an hour ago, and into a different room. Where he now went into detail about the operation, and asked if I wanted sedating during the 'procedure' ? ...effin' right I did. I was twitching by now.

He said he was going to numb the back of my throat, and up my nose, then shove a camera up one nostril, then another pipe up the other nostril, and into my lungs, and have a 'look-see'.

And do a 'wash and rinse'.

"A what?" I squeaked.

'Wash a part of my lungs and see what comes out'.

"Ok then". I nodded. I was as white as a ghost by now.

 

Then he walked me to the operating room, Pat went back outside, and waited.

I was asked to lay on the bed, reclining ,thing. It was in the up position. It was like lying up in bed, with my head tilted back.

I was still dressed in my 'street clothes', they just covered me up with bibs and towels. Ominous.

I looked around, there was 3 nurses, the surgeon himself, and a bloke sat in the corner with the machine that went 'beep'. They all introduced themselves. I struggled to hear what they were saying, partly because my nerves had shut my hearing down, and partly because their voices were muffled.

Muffled because they were all wearing plastic face masks, that covered the whole face. Like welders masks, but see through.

'Strange', I thought.

Then the surgeon explained that there'd be a 'bit of coughing'. He didn't say by whom.

We would shortly find out it wouldn't be by him. Nor the nurses. Nor would it be by the bloke sat in the corner, with the machine that went 'beep'.

There was only one person left.

A heart-rate monitor was then placed on my finger by one of the nurses, some doc-speak was spoken, and things started to happen.

He started with a little plastic container, with finger pump and a long tube on the end. The idea being, this is the anaesthetic, aimed and sprayed at the back of my throat, to completely numb it.

Christ almighty, what a game that was. The more he sprayed, the more I coughed out. It went everywhere. Explains the masks, I now figured. Little did I know it was going to get far worse.

 

Then I could feel the back of my throat and tongue going numb. I tried to speak, I sounded like Jar-Jar Binks.

Then he shoved something up one nostril and asked me to sniff in. 'Beg pardon'.

So I did. That nostril went weird, then the other one was done.
The whole front of my face, my tongue, the back of throat and my nose were all numb.

I felt as though my face had been stolen.

 

The surgeon said, 'Close your eyes, it's better that way'.

I looked at him. Then closed my eyes.

He then rammed the camera up my left nostril.

If you've seen 'Total Recall', where Quaid shoves that contraption up his nose to fetch a table-tennis ball sized bug out of his nose, ...that's what it reminded me of.

It's like somebody sticking their finger up your nose, and not stopping. And they have the longest, fattest, fingers in the world.

Then it hits the back of the base of the skull and the back of your neck.

Where there's nowhere else to go but down. Down past the back of your throat, and beyond.

Only thing is, the camera got stuck at the back, and wouldn't turn the 90 degree angle to go 'down'. The more he pushed, the more my body design resisted. Till finally brute force beat anatomical design, and that camera slipped on past the difficult bit.

All the way down it went, I could feel it, even beyond the coughing, retching, wheezing and numbness.

 

I could feel that camera furtling around the inside of my chest. Like in 'Alien', the horror movie, where the monster bursts out of that John Hurt's chest.

Yeah, I was waiting for that baby.

 

Then the rough bit started to happen.

This was the 'wash and rinse'.

Another pipe was shoved up my other nostril, to chase the other one down into the middle of my already heaving, lungs, now gasping for air. The airway blocked by pipes.

I again, could feel 'odd' stuff happening in me. Then I started the most violent, retching. Crap coming up, as I'm struggling to breathe. It was going everywhere again, just like the first spray. Only this time it was coming up from my core. I was spitting, coughing, and spraying it all over the place. All the time a nurse is in my mouth with a mini vacuum cleaner, trying to suck up the crap and pus, mucus and snot being ejected from my lungs due to the wash and rinse.

Three times he did this, three times I thought this cannot possibly get any worse. It did. It got worse each time, the more he washed and rinsed, the more I was suffering.

It felt like I was drowning in my own fluids.

I was pouring with sweat. I could feel the rivers of sweat rolling off my chest, down my sides and soaking the back of my shorts, beneath my trousers.

It was pouring down my face too, another nurse wiping both my mouth and my brow.

I was grasping the bed with my fists so hard that the heart monitor fell off my finger and a loud alarm sounded. A nurse quickly replaced it, and held my hand.

I fought my natural reaction to get the hell off that bed, and run away. But I wanted this crap over with.

 

I drooled a lot more, I coughed a lot more, and then he started to yank the cleaning gang and camera crew out.

I could feel them both being dragged up the back of my throat, as I gasped for air.

The noise I was making sounding like the worst death rattle. I couldn't breathe.

Then I heard two loud 'pops', and the tubes came out my bugle.

Apparently that was it, it was all over.

I was still coughing violently at this point, and was told this was 'all quite normal'. I didn't feel much better with that information.

I was informed that I'd be told of any results once I'd recovered enough to take in the information given me. Thank God Pat was with me, waiting outside. I desperately needed to see her by now.

I coughed and spluttered more as I was wheeled around to the recovery room, on my now soaking bed.

They gave me oxygen because my blood pressure was so low.

I was in there for about an hour, 45 minutes into it, given tea and toast.

I'd asked for pepperoni pizza..!!

Then I was told I was ok to go and sit in another room, with a television, and wait a bit.

..more waiting. I just wanted to see Pat, and get the hell home. After about another 45 minutes, I was told I was going to be 'done next'.

Just checked to see if I was ok to be 'released'. Pat was called and we went into an office with another nurse and told of the results of the 'procedure'.

Which were;

Everything's fine. No cancer, no lesions, all good news really.

Though they do need to send to the lab a part of whatever crap I coughed up, that they managed to catch before it hit a wall, the floor or a face mask.

 



steview162 #7 Posted 16 March 2020 - 09:46 PM

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View PostOIias_of_Sunhillow, on 16 March 2020 - 07:44 PM, said:

Here you go....

 

 

You paint a nasty, vivid picture mate. Hope you don't need that crap again



jack_timber #8 Posted 17 March 2020 - 09:59 AM

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Jeez Olias that sounds severe.... Get well soon.

_SpartanWarrior_ #9 Posted 17 March 2020 - 04:06 PM

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I am selling full set of antibacteria gel,paper (toilet paper as gratis) and washing foam. I am asking for a WoT account that has 50+ premium tanks, $40k or a Ford Mustang 2006. Hit me up :trollface:

Balc0ra #10 Posted 18 March 2020 - 12:46 AM

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Did you know that a pack of rice has 24 320 grains in it? Or that there are 7 000 drops in a can of cola?

 

I'm only on day 2.

 

Then again, I did see Ant-man today, and all he did for 3 days. I'm trailing behind.

Spoiler

 



Captain_Kremen0 #11 Posted 18 March 2020 - 10:38 AM

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Well I'm still in work - but it's so quiet I might as well be in isolation. Still I least I get to have an extra long dump on works time and bog roll.

evilchaosmonkey #12 Posted 22 March 2020 - 10:06 AM

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"Then the rough bit started to happen."  Jesus wept Olias, it was only morbid curiosity that gave me the will power to read on past that....

 

I now live in fear of the words "wash and rinse" being uttered by any medic.


Edited by evilchaosmonkey, 22 March 2020 - 10:07 AM.





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