Hospitals are for joeys

I'll tell you what, Arrowe Park may be a big brick pile of Woolly shit. But the nurses there are the nicest people on the whole Wirral, which really is saying something when you think of all the smackheads they have to put up with on a daily basis. And if you need your stomach pumped, there's no better place.

I didn’t exactly get my stomach pumped, it was just an endoscopy. Or, roughly probe you with a camera until you choke, more like. The thing is, I started laughing before it was halfway down my throat. Fit of the giggles, I guess. Laughed my arse off, damn near. This happens whenever some shit is going down and I can picture myself as someone else. This is why I never get any sympathy; but then, who wants sympathy when you can laugh yourself half to death?

Plus, my mate got a camera shoved up his backside when they had to take pictures of his insides. I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't find this shit funny, too.