The Doctor...
Do you know how some people are terrified of going to a hospital or clinic, even if they have a serious condition? I never really understood this fear, however, a recent event convinced me that they might have a very good reason to be afraid.
A few days before Easter, I cought a bad case of flu. It wasn't so bad at the first day, just a soarness of the throat and a mild fever. I insisted on going to work the next morning despite feelinag a little quesy, however, my condition soon worsened to the point that I had to be sent home from the office. My family was visiting relatives during the holiday so I was alone during the whole ordeal, accompanied only by my neighbour and friend, Matthew. For the duration of the next day, I was lying at home with a 40 degree celsius fever, alternating between bouts of coughing and dryheaving. I was in this state until late at night, when Matthew comvinced me to go see a doctor.
My family physician was on a vacation, so I had to see a local physician in attendance. The clinic was a ran-down, sorry looking building at the edge of the town, but it was the only place to get professional help that time of year. It was around ten at the evening when I got into the doctor's office. The doctor, a friendly, young man with a prematurely balding head, probably in his twenties greeted me. I took off my shirt so he could check my chest with a stetoscope. The doctor, however politely aksed me to remove my jeans and underpants as well. He said that the it's only professional medically to check my body heat rectally. I thought this was a little strange, but I was so weakened because of my illness that I felt no stenght to argue with him, so I complied. So I was lying there, completely helpless and voulnarable as the doctor began his work. After several minutes that felt like long hours, I began to get suspicous. The doctor kept fumbling around my anus and soon I began to feel a terrible plain. Shaking with fear, I looked behind me and witnessed a terrible sight.
The young doctor was wearing a nurse's suit and he wasn't alone. He was accomapnied by a bearded man wearing civilian clothing, a twisted smile on his face. The doctor spread my anus into an unimaginabel size using tongue depressors. Behind them, the strange man was grinning maniacally, prepearing to insert his own head right into my body. Before I could do anything, the doctor stabbed a syringe into my neck. I watched in terror as he pumped some king of brown, washy liquid into my weins. I felt my body getting paralyzed, my eyelids getting heavy; soon I lost my consciousness.
I woke up in a hospital bed. A friendly nurse told me that I will soon be getting better and that that I was dyagnoses with an ugly case of pneumonia. Suddenly, it hit me: the whole ordeal must have been a nightmare, a vision of my ill, exhausted mind. The watchful doctor probably rushed me into the hospital as soon as I lost consciousness. Relieved, I rested my head on the pillow, turning towards the bedside cabinet. On the cabinet, I noticed a business card that said: "dr. Richard Sedthhfy, recognized fecal-pneumologyst, chartered flautence-internist". My hands were shaking as I put tha card down. Suddenly, I began to feel a strong urge to cough again, then I realized I can't breath anymore. I covered my mouth with my hands and began to chuckle, liquid feces coming from my lungs, dripping out of my mouth. Looking up I saw a balding top of a head rising insidiously from behind the end of my bed...
Credited to H-turul
Originally uploaded on April 6, 2012
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