BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 36
See, I was glad they grew back. I could still remember, just after what was
deemed my “last seizure”, going in for a tonsillectomy. It was a lot like what Bill Cosby
said on his album, but there was a very bad part. I wasn‟t aware of it before I agreed to let
„em take my tonsils out. That‟s when they still used ether. It made you see this blazing
yellow light, then you were gone. When you woke up, your mouth tasted like you‟d been
licking a water buffalo‟s ass all day. Your head would throb so bad you‟d wish you died
in surgery. It only lasts a week or two. Okay, most of a day, but when you‟re six years
old, it seems like a week. You never forget it.
An ugly thing happened when I was taken in for the hospital stay before my first
tonsil surgery. The memory stayed with me and caused me trouble these last fifty-plus
years. The moron assigned to take my blood wasn‟t very talented. She was a black
woman. I don‟t know how old. When you‟re that age, all adults are old. Who cares how
old? They‟re old, and that‟s it. I do know she was fat.
She used that little pick thing on my finger. I screamed immediately. I‟m told I
turned white. They sat me down with my head between my legs so I didn‟t pass out.
Unfortunately, she didn‟t get any blood, so she tried again. I was screaming my damned
head off by that point. Nasty bitch! You‟re one of those evil bitches who tried to cut my
peeny-weeny when I was born, aren‟t you? You nasty old bitch!
She finally poked every damned finger on my right hand, including my thumb,
after two shots at the first finger, before she drew any blood. To this day, when they
want a blood sample, I demand they take it from my arm. On the rare occasions they
argue with me, I threaten to get up and leave.
Ain‟t nobody ever gonna stick my finger that way again! Nasty bitch!
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