This valuable quarterhorse comes in with colic. We do blood work, abdominal tap, and palpation. And we're still undecided whether to go to surgery. So I decided to redo the abdominal tap.
Better change the subject your wife is coming this way.
Err... I... I see this brunette with legs that won't stop and huge jugs on the other side of the room. Well, I start thinking of all the mean, nasty, perserve things I'd like to do with her.
OK, the coast is clear.
So where was I? Oh yeah. I stick the needle in several centimeters from the midline and hit a isolated pocket of peritonitis. So it's off to surgery. We must have removed 3 yards of gut.
