An early notch came when my Dr. in Indiana OD'd me on oxycontin. (I was in a fog from day one.) While recovering I was in hospital and had a urinal event going. The hospital chaplain, a woman, steamed into my room without knocking.
"Hi, I'm our chaplain! How's it going?
"It ain't, and if it doesn't they'll have to put a catheter in it."
She looked at the sheet tentage and realized I had my dick in my hand right then.
She never visited me again.
"Hi, I'm our chaplain! How's it going?
"It ain't, and if it doesn't they'll have to put a catheter in it."
She looked at the sheet tentage and realized I had my dick in my hand right then.
She never visited me again.