The man with no facevaleriniJuly 9 2005, 13:31:42 UTC
A few years a go, back in Austin, when I was an oncology pharmacist, I had a phhysician stop by and ask me to talk to one of his patients about keeping his medications in the proper bottles. seems he was stockpiling his THC capsules in a bottle marked something else. Anyway I agreed to have a chat with the fellow. Nobody warned me what I was walking in on.
I walked into the room as was greeted by a person with a gaping, oozing rotting hole in the middle of their face. I'm sure, to my embarrassment I stared in horror for at least a few seconds before recovering myself. His nose was commpletely gone, and the cancer had eaten away to just under his eyes, accross half of each cheek and into part of his upper lip. And it *smelled* like rotting flesh as well. I stammered out what I'd came to discuss, found my bearings and we did have a chat about proper medication use. Then as I turned to leave he said: "you look familiar" AHHHH! WHat the hell was I supposed to say to that? "sorry I can't place your face?!" I finally stammered out something ridiculous along the lines of "yeah everybody tells me that" or something and left quickly. Apparently he got that way from snorting alot of X in the 80's and early 90's. He was a big club-goer... so I might have recognized him... if he'd had a face. I still shudder to think about it.
and along the lines of the punch line post, 3 words: Pharmaceutical Grade Leeches
I walked into the room as was greeted by a person with a gaping, oozing rotting hole in the middle of their face. I'm sure, to my embarrassment I stared in horror for at least a few seconds before recovering myself. His nose was commpletely gone, and the cancer had eaten away to just under his eyes, accross half of each cheek and into part of his upper lip. And it *smelled* like rotting flesh as well.
I stammered out what I'd came to discuss, found my bearings and we did have a chat about proper medication use. Then as I turned to leave he said:
"you look familiar"
AHHHH! WHat the hell was I supposed to say to that? "sorry I can't place your face?!"
I finally stammered out something ridiculous along the lines of "yeah everybody tells me that" or something and left quickly.
Apparently he got that way from snorting alot of X in the 80's and early 90's. He was a big club-goer... so I might have recognized him... if he'd had a face.
I still shudder to think about it.
and along the lines of the punch line post, 3 words:
Pharmaceutical Grade Leeches
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