Over 10 years ago, (Lynn, we were still in the old library), Popeye went to a party at my nephew’s apartment. Somone spilled a drink on the carpet. Popeye had his beer muscles on and walked up to the guy (I’ll call him Mad Dog) and told him to wipe it up. Mad Dog said, “Fock You!”
Popeye then took a swing. Mad Dog swung back. A fight ensued, they were seperated and Popey left the party.
While sitting out front waiting for a ride (Hey, he was too drunk to drive – please note the sarcasm), Mad Dog snuck up from behind and jumped him. Another fight ensued and eventually Mad Dog bit off a good part of Popeye’s right ear.
Popeye was taken to the hospital in an ambulance after a half hour search for the saliva covered piece of ear. They were not able to reattach the piece of ear.
Popeye came home the next morning and when I saw what Mad Dog had done to his ear, I crumbled to my knees. He was discharged from the hospital with instructions to see his family physician on Monday. No stitches, just a bloody bandage taped to the side of his head that had to be constantly changed.
I took him to our family physician who prescribed Percocet for the pain. I was more concerned about having him tested for AIDS from the bite than I was about the pain. The prescription was legally filled two more times.
Popeye has been addicted to pain killers since then.
Painkillers, alcohol, anger and machismo enable you to think that you can drive a car at a high rate of speed down a windy, country road and survive.
I learned a lot this weekend.