Alternative Comics Elective Surgery and Pharmaceutical Forget Me (Not’s)

HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics Elective Surgery

I had to check my self into a clinic early this morning following a terrifying sequence of apocalyptic events. The entire ordeal started out simply enough, a twitch in my digitus minimus. The sensation, albeit it miniscule, had become a point of consideration due to the persistence of the irritation. I had some time to spare a thought it might be worth checking out.

I arrived at the specialist table shortly thereafter where a group of medical students hoarded around me. The master surgeon entered moments later and proceeding in questioning his students as they yelled out numerous plausible diagnosis'. I myself, excited by the game show, interjected "maybe it is the patients diet" knowing all too well that I'd been living on coffee and sugar for the better part of my existence. " maybe the patient needs to stretch before he lifts weight with the digit." also knowing all to well that I had been in the practice of moving extremely heavy objects as a regular part of my profession.

Before I could receive a rejection of my own hypothesis the surgeon removed the back of my cranium and had begun re-arranging various spaghetti like substances from within. "Here is the problem" he announced " Nothing a few botox injections to the forehead won't fix!" His students clapped, they sewed me up and prescribed me a number of expensive but assuredly necessary pharmaceutical.

I was told to return on a scheduled basis in order to update and upgrade my prescriptions. "These wonder drugs will work, however the human body has a tendency to fight the medications and develop immunities to the only thing that might actually save you from amputation of the aforementioned irritation." The nurse was very kind to provide all the pertinent information regarding the prescriptions.

Amazingly, the surgeries worked, and worked wonders. The pain in my hand was no more! And in addition I began to experience temporary God-like states of euphoria beyond description but most certainly linked to the prescription. In one of these magnificent states of epiphany I had the most tremendous vision. In my oneric hallucination I saw a small shard of glass sneaking it's way into my appendage and resting in a precarious spot between the cartilage and bone of my joints. In my heightened state I became aware of the slivers voluntary exodus towards the surface of my epidermis and in a heavenly fit of inspiration I dug into my skin with a small pair of tweezers and extracted the particle from my hand.

When next I reported to my physician I recounted the experience only to receive the most terrifying response. The Doctor informed me that such fables were a definite symptom of narcotics abuse. I was diagnosed as an addict and sent to a privatised specialist for further examination. So it would appear my days as an alternative comics illustrator were done and my new life as a methadone addict had just begun.

I was no longer concerned with the pain in my little finger and was fairly sure that my home surgery had healed without infection so I refused further treatments and left the clinic of my own free will. Getting off of the prescription was fairly difficult so I threw up a bit, drank some water and got on with my life.

P.S. Tomorrow is the Wizard World Comic Convention so I plan to get a good rest and be prepared for a hectic set un in the morning...

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