My grandfather had hemorrhoid surgery. He said the position the docs put you in, is the most humiliating thing in your life. Bent over the barrel, with your butt being the highest thing on your body. Your legs are spread, so the doc, can have a seat and get to work. The focal point of the room, your bottom, is exposed, like it's a priceless display item, in a jewelery store, like Tiffany's The precious jewels that are your hemorrhoids are then cleaned and polished, to prevent infection, and, over a period of time, while people walk past, who have nothing to do with the surgery, like your golf buddies "Hey Bill! How's it goin'?" and your Pharmacist "Hey bill, hope you took your clotting agent." and your tax attorney and your ex-wife's family, they are wrapped in tiny rubber bands and cauterized.
He said the smell was truly memorable.
He said the smell was truly memorable.
