This week my car is undergoing "surgery". My car is very old and has driven 249100 miles in it's lifetime. I'm not sure that he'll make it through the procedure, it may be his time. I have already signed the "Do Not Resuscitate" order, and requested that no heroic attempts should be made to prolong the life of my
1995 Toyota Tercel (I think car years are similar to dog years so that's pretty old).
Now I know how
George O'Malley felt last week when Izzie Stevens went into surgery: Did he really take the chance to say goodbye? Did he promise to be there when she showed instant recovery from the most impressive brain surgery I've ever seen? (not only did they not need to shave her head they also had no requirement for Nasgastric tubes, central lines or pretty much any other monitoring equipment - take that UK National Health Service).
The difference is that if my car passes on to the great scrap yard in the sky it'll probably be a good thing.
Now I know how George O'Malley felt last week when Izzie Stevens went into surgery: Did he really take the chance to say goodbye? Did he promise to be there when she showed instant recovery from the most impressive brain surgery I've ever seen? (not only did they not need to shave her head they also had no requirement for Nasgastric tubes, central lines or pretty much any other monitoring equipment - take that UK National Health Service).
The difference is that if my car passes on to the great scrap yard in the sky it'll probably be a good thing.
2 comments:
I have a car for sale if yours bites the big one...
Dude! That's nothing... I drove '89 Honda without air-conditioning during my internship!
I feel your pain though
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