Hat tip: Just Me
He posted this on his public author page on FB. As George Takei would say, “Oh, my.”
This begs several questions. Which female household member made the 911 call? Would the Nickster have noticed the excess stink, otherwise? Why did this warrant a call to 911 to get an ambulance, unless Nicky was screaming about bleeding out? Was it too hard to drive him 3-ish miles to the local hospital in a personal vehicle, then fumigate it later?
There really is such a thing as TMI. That FB post was it.
Given that Nicky is freaked out about his move to Pinellas Park on the 31st, does anyone want to place a bet on him entering the hospital again on the 30th? Asking for a friend. 😉
wow, why would he put that on facebook?
unbelievable!
Only Lil Nicky would need 911 and an ambulance ride for hemorrhoids and BO
Wow, that beats his gagging on porky pig hospital story.
I really pity the ambulance drivers if that’s how he went to the hospital.
want to bet he was hoping any of the poor souls treating him were looking for a room mate?
NAP striken with hemmoroids? Maybe a dark tale of supernatural revenge in there somewhere, payback for his spree of calling people prolapsed rectums?
The muscles around my ribcage just got a really good workout, laughing. I’d rather not read about anything rectum related, though.
I want to know how Fossil Lake Anthologies is going to spin this. 😀
Well, given the theme for Fossil Lake V is WERE-WHAT? … I guess I should expect to see some were-hemorrhoid stories … o.O
Hemorrhoids that take on a life of their own, and grow hair during a full moon? I suppose it could be done, but it takes extraordinary talent to make such a story readable, unless it’s shooting for comedic value.
“…the 911 caller was going P.U. on the phone and she had a coughing fit.”
“I hope I get a blog post out of this”
No one wants to hear about your piles, dude.
Nicky has hemorrhoids? But…but how is this possible when he’s only been sitting around on his ever expanding ass for the last 20 years drinking 7UP and eating pizza? I suppose it will remain one of the world’s great unsolved mysteries.
It looks like the tyranny of distance is finally a bridge too far. After decades of lies and delusion Nicky’s somehow managed to convince himself that he’s a ‘somebody’ in Chicago despite all evidence to the contrary and despite having spent the last decade living 70 miles away. Convincing himself (let alone anyone else) that he’s anything other than an absolute nobody in Florida is beyond even his powers of delusion. The game is up and he knows it. This latest medical drama sounds like a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable and cling on to his cherished illusion for a little longer.
In the anals of horror, this ranks with “A Gothic Nomad Visiting Poe’s Home” about his excursion to visit the Edgar Allan Poe home in Baltimore: “The second day back, I was forced to check into Silver Cross — I had a fingernail that was falling off when I was in D.C. that was infected pus everything. In fact in D.C. it fell off and I was feeling very ill from it. So when I came to Joliet Union I called an ambulance to get me over to the hospital.”
Nicky with hemorrhoids? That’s like a giraffe with a sore throat!
Nobody calls 911 for hemorrhoids. They *might*, however, call 911 because they stuck a Power Rangers action figure up their butt. Just sayin’.
He had this on Twitter too with a link to FB. What was he thinking?