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There's a Kids in the Hall sketch about two hopeless buskers who eat nothing but Kraft Dinner with ketchup every night and are suddenly, magically rewarded for this with a five-year supply of KD, ketchup and tapeworm food. I was thinking of this when I was sitting in the dark at around 1:30 in the morning on Tuesday night, freezing from the air conditioning, waiting for C's morphine shot to kick in so I could take her home. We were in a room at the hospital. Ah, the hospital. That's where I always go to talk to security guards in the middle of the night, and have interns and then doctors explain the nature of cholecystitus, because I always learn best under flourescent light, when I can no longer see straight, when the only real lesson is that the gravy train of Kraft Dinner, Revellos, ice cream and chips will be sitting in the station for a bit, while a certain blonde someone gets used to fresh fruits and vegetables, whole wheat and skim milk. The tape worm is on his own.
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  1. M Butler Hallett9:21 am

    OUCH! Had bile duct troubles while pregnant. Not fun. Neither is morphine.

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  2. UpStart Press11:34 am

    Au contraire. When that needle kicked in, I felt like I had found a new best friend. It was wonderful...

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  3. Unknown11:30 pm

    oh, that is horrible! i have know 2 friends with this and it was just awful. hope all is well now. can't imagine having this and a peanut in my belly at the same time! whoah-wishing you all the best C! hang in their daddy dj.

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