Reged: 08/06/04
Posts: 4381
Loc: Within stray mortar fire of DC
I let mine go too, first all over the table, than spraying and dripping all the way I ran barefoot across the cold lab floor to the freezing, tiny anticeptic toilet they provided me at the far end of the lab. I can still feel the hot tears and the shame and the sound, and the cold, cold toilet seat as I shivered through the gut socking pain. They banged on the door to tell me to "hold some" so they could take a last round of pics. Not my finest moment.