Done, and done.

Get your ass to Mars.

Get your ass to Mars.

Get yourself to Mars.

I had a kidney stone that got stuck in my ureter. (the tube going from the kidney to the bladder) Because of the positioning, they couldn't use the sonic pulse machine to pulverize it, so they had to go in with a laser-equipped endoscope to bust it up and then use a little claw to drag out the pieces.

To prevent the ureter from healing itself shut, they had to leave in a stent, a plastic tube running from the kidney to the bladder which also allowed fluid to drain from the kidney. One end of the stent was twisted into a little pigtail to keep it from sliding out of the kidney. the other end was tied to a black nylon string that...um...extended outside my body...through an existing opening.

It was a thin, smooth piece of nylon, but it felt like a white-hot hacksaw blade sliding through my plumbing with every tiny move I made. The tube was likewise not that wide and was smooth plastic, but there was a constant, throbbing ache in my gut.

After a week, I went back in for the post-op examination. The doctor began by removing the stent, using the little black string as a ripcord. After a brief sensation akin to pissing molten lead, I went from being nearly immobilized by pain to feeling perfectly fine. So I can believe this guy felt a lot better after they took whatever in Hell that was out of there.

Our bodies are highly intolerant of visitors.

Binro, these are yours.

Yea, holy shit.