So I went to the orthopedic surgeon yesterday, and apparently my broken fifth effing metatarsal hasn't repaired itself a fraction of an inch since the first week of January, which means I'm a good candidate for a ...
(Not my foot)... bone growth stimulator. I get to "rent" it and have it delivered to my house just like I'm a 90-year-old memaw on oxygen.
I'd rather just have a big beefy Swede name Sven
"Hi, I'm Sven."go at my foot for, like, 6 hours a day but I guess this shit will have to do.
Hope that shit is portable because I have three trips in the next six weeks.
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Owwww....How does it feel????
Can I borrow it when you are done????
Haven't gotten it yet...
Bone Growth Stimulator!
A. That's what she said.
B. That's what she said.
C. That's what Graham said.
D. I'm single can I have it after you're finished.
Here you go again on your own, fixing the only right foot you've ever known, like a grafter you were born to grow the bone...ok I'm done.
Josh: Get in line! I asked for it first!!!!!!!!!!
Can you tell me which company rented this device to you
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