March 23, 2009 - 2:06 p.m. - Los Angeles, CA
Silvio could see everything my doctor was pointing out. I could not. Everything was a black and white mess to me.
Silvio: Is that her nose?
Dr: Yep!
Me: Is that her eye?
Dr: No, that's her elbow.
Silvio: Is that her eye?
Dr: Yep!
Me: Is that her heart?
Dr: No, those are her sexual organs.
Silvio: Are those her legs?
Dr: Yep! There's the femur.
Me: Is that her hand?
Dr: No, that's her eye.
Silvio: No, her hand's over here.
And so on, and so on.
Silvio: Is that her nose?
Dr: Yep!
Me: Is that her eye?
Dr: No, that's her elbow.
Silvio: Is that her eye?
Dr: Yep!
Me: Is that her heart?
Dr: No, those are her sexual organs.
Silvio: Are those her legs?
Dr: Yep! There's the femur.
Me: Is that her hand?
Dr: No, that's her eye.
Silvio: No, her hand's over here.
And so on, and so on.
