THAT F***ING HURT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They stick needles in you and stuff......................................

Yeah, I'm back. Christ! I wouldn't go through that again if my comfy chair depended on it.

Like I said, the tubes that drain away your tears....wait for it!......lachrymal ducts....were blocked and I looked like I was weeping. Real PIA!
So they strap you to a not-so-comfy chair, with all the regular life-support sensors and tilt you almost upside-down. They wrap your head in towels, swab you with iodine and stab your eyelids with local so-called aneathestic that doesn't work.

Then you have a marlin spike jammed into your tear-ducts to open them up and have saline solution poured down them until you feel it run down the back of your throat and into your ear canals.

Now for the joyful part.................the Doc uses these micro snips to put three cuts around the opening of the ducts.....and sez something like "Are we having fun yet?"
Between screams I tell him he's so not on my christmas card list.

By now of course I can't see, I can't open my eyes, all I want to do is scratch my eyeballs and I'm drowning in my own lachrymal fluid. And all the time this really hot nurse is whispering into my earhole things like, "Vue is better than Bryce. Wings3D is a wonderful proggy. Don't you just love Cinema3D?......"

Now my other medical problems kick in and I can't get out of the chair when they sadly declare that my torture is over. So they just unplug the chair from the life-support stuff and wheel me back into the recovery room. 

Now in an upright position four different nurses, an aneathetist and the Doc ask me if I'm ok and would I like a cup of tea and a sandwich..................

Graphic enough for you or would you like to hear about the blood and stuff..................? 

The good news is that the proceedure worked!!! My eyesight is a lot clearer now and I'm nolonger soaking my shirt collars with tears.

They tell me the black-eyes will fade in a couple of days. I look like I went 2 rounds with Tyson.

Thanks for all the good wishes and the perverted suggestions. You guys are just great!

BTW The Doc is a 3d nut who has Renders all over the walls. Strangly enough, they look like they were done in Bryce 4.

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All the Woes of a World by Jonathan Icknield aka The Bryster

And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...