GronK
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It was Tuesday night and I was sick. Not just sick but real sick. The pain in my abdomen had been intense and continuous for two days. I got in my little truck and drove to the nearest emergency room. I pulled into the parking garage across the street and walked across to the entrance. I hadn't been to the hospital in over a year and they had added a security point! I emptied my pockets and there in the bin was my red jigbone 552113. The guard was nice enough about it but said I'd have to leave it in my truck. Back out the door I went but was in such a state by then that walking back and forth to the garage was not an option. I spotted a drain spout that fed down from the roof through the brick wall with a 6" or so opening. I stuck the knife as far up the spout as I could and hoped to return for it.
Fast forward to Friday morning, after Laparoscopic Cholecystectomy minimal invasive surgery to remove my gallbladder. My brother gave me a ride home from the hospital, just a half mile or so but they wouldn't let me drive myself all full of the drugs they gave me. As my bro drove away I remembered the knife. I immediately walked back to the hospital, went to the front door, found the drain pipe, reached in and. . . . . . . . there it was! Not a scratch or mark on it!
Fast forward to Friday morning, after Laparoscopic Cholecystectomy minimal invasive surgery to remove my gallbladder. My brother gave me a ride home from the hospital, just a half mile or so but they wouldn't let me drive myself all full of the drugs they gave me. As my bro drove away I remembered the knife. I immediately walked back to the hospital, went to the front door, found the drain pipe, reached in and. . . . . . . . there it was! Not a scratch or mark on it!