The stoma (Def. any of various small simple bodily openings) in my neck is getting really small, about the size of a digit on your ATM card. Maybe a nine, maybe a three, i'm not 100% but i know that it's an odd number. The only problem with it, besides the sporadic weezing, is the fact that because I now have a small hole in my throat, shit that's supposed to be in my throat can get out. i.e. saliva, mucus, and if I'm aspirating, then any thing I eat. It's pretty nasty, I know, but I'd say 80% of the time its under control, and I don't find it to be much of a problem.
The other 20 percent are not so fun. I was riding Bostons famed T today for $1.70, when, for the first time in I'd say a month and a half, a very attractive young lady was eying me from afar.
Quite taken aback, I quickly looked down, but every thing looked ship shape- fly done and pants unstained. Then I realized I had sprung a leak. Grabbed a tissue, ($.99 for 15 tissues! What The Fuck, you can't give me 20 or 25?) and Titanic was alright. Point is, I don't know why she just didn't motion to her neck or say something. I'm not sure the stare conveyed the message as quickly as possible.
Lesson for the day: Good looking women always find your deficiencies.
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