Sometimes I wish I could switch off the ocd music geek part of my brain. I’m trying to watch this documentary but I’ve just spent a whole ten minutes (again) replaying and replaying a tiny bit of it to try and remember what this instrumental track playing in the background for all of about 15 seconds was.
but never ever google a surgical procedure that your doctor says you may possibly (as a last resort maybe) might have to have.
I did, then I clicked on images. Now I’m traumatized. I’ve seen pints upon pints of blood, someone having nebulizer treatment whilst giving me the bird, some damn weird xrays, dislocations I would have never thought possible and - of course - hardcore porn.
Never going in a hospital again.