"RCE" wrote in message
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"Shortwave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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~~ snicker ~~

So will we be calling you Bruceth tomorrow?

Seriously good luck on the test - your a better man than I.


What's worse, is I just found out that tomorrow's "inspector" is a female.

Youch. Maybe you can get her to talk dirty to you or sumthin' to set the
mood. Probably not.

Been there a couple of times myself. My "guy" is a short, bespectacled
Jewish guy. He's completely devoid of a sense of humor. In the 4 or 5
times I've seen this guy over the years, I've never even been able to get so
much as a smile out of him. Maybe that's what a career in proctology does
to you. I don't know. Then again, he's probably heard all the jokes a
zillion times. The last time I was on the table I tried to lighten things
up a bit. I mentioned that I've been missing the remote control to my DVD
player, and to let me know if he found it. The nurse was doing her best to
try and suppress laughter, but the doc wasn't fazed one bit. World's best
straight man.

Probably one of the more interesting aspects of the "procedure" is the juice
the anesthesiologist is likely to use. Don't recall the technical name for
it, but it's essentially an amnesia drug. You will be awake and conscious
during the entire procedure, possibly telling stupid remote control jokes,
yet you will remember absolutely none of it. I remember watching the juice
being shot into the IV, and unlike other anesthetics where you feel it
hitting your veins and you instantly go out like a light, I felt no effect
from this stuff at all. A few of minutes go by, and I figure I'll just
watch the show on the TV monitor. I remember telling the nurse that the
drug doesn't seem to be having any effect, and then I remember her nodding
her head and smiling at me. Next thing I remember I'm in the recovery room.
Wild stuff.