1st Long House Story Slam!

[senorsalvia]

---- :lol: ---     he he!!   "exotic cadaver of color, or an authentic redneck" :wink: -----------     Just think, when science has progressed to where there will be no rejection issues whilst using donor cells from more than one donor.....    I can see it now, Space gets his combo graft supplied by a gent of color, as well as a contribution from regulation backwoods boy that's had a documented history of several generations of familial inbreeding :oops: ---   Why just imagine the possibillities ----  Sir Space could do the bugalloo with  'da finess of James Brown, and regale us into peals of laughter tellig us tales of his sistuhs-n-cousins ala Jeff Foxworthy..... :shock: --------  gotta love 'high science' :wink: --sal

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If there is an afterlife, I will crash the server at midnight  :twisted:

Space,

I am torn. I am glad you are still kickin' like tha Colonel'z chickenz, but...SPR was crashed for a coupla dayz.

I thought you wuz sendin' us a message.

Did you see any bright lightz? Go down any tunnelz? When you entered a big white room, did they tell ya, "Take a number and hava seat"?

Were they any stripperz in heaven? The nice onez.

Ya know, ya could throw in a coupla storiez 'bout them white lightz an' such and we could get tha Ministry of Hopeâ,,¢ back in the black.

Fin

[space]

Fin, I gotta tell ya, it was like being turned off then turned back on.  Hard reboot.

I was on the OR table.  The anesthesiology intern was pushing the plunger on my IV anesthetic.  The anesthesiology resident told him, "Remember, you are titrating to effect.  Watch his eyelids..."

So I watched my eyelids, too.  Nothing much seemed to be happening.  Then she remarked, "You could push the plunger a little faster."  Then, from a great distance, "Okay, get the surgeon in here."

Bingo.  Blank.

The anesthesiolgoy intern says I wasn't supposed to remember the surgeon call.  I didn't tell him I've had many years of practice in looking around just before the lights go out...

Five hours later, slowly swimming back to consciousness in the recovery room, moaning groaning people all around me (I hate that:  always feel like I'm waking up in hell) my first thought was profound:  "Shit, wha' the fuck?"  

My throat hurt, so I'm thinking some low-life cut it...then I realize I've got a Foley catheter running into my bladder, and I think, damn, musta been hit hard, internal damage, 'nother car wreck, or maybe some cracker boot-stomped my kidney..."  Then the RR nurse peers at me, says "Welcome back, your surgery went fine, wiggle your toes."

But nothing in between.  Vital signs stayed strong the whole time, so no OOB or NDE type stuff.  I was thinking about crashing the server, of course, like when you go to sleep thinking of what time you have to get up, so I may have over-reached a little.  

Sorry 'bout that.

[space]

Just think, when science has progressed to where there will be

Yah, I'm a work in progess, sal.

The cool thing about bones is that after being sterilized, they are inert mineral stuff, no living cells involved, no histological mismatch possible.  So any bone from anybody would work just fine.  

But somebody donated their body for the purpose, and I appreciate it--hell, could be two different donors, one each bone graft...that's on my list of questions for my first follow-up with the surgeon.  

If there is just a whiff of avatar still connected to those bits of bone, I'll give  'em voice if I can.

Cyberpunk Space:  "We have the technology.  We can make him weirder, funkier..."

[senorsalvia]

Whoa---  Never knew about the inert bone/sterilization angle..  That brightens my day, 'cuz I have always been registered as a donor, but then I later found I had hep-c and was under the impression me used goodies were persona non grata----  Nice to know I can contribute from my afterlife (I mean, since I've been told by more than one of my x's that I don't do so well in 'da life at present :wink: )----------  Heal well---  sal

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