My hernia that is. And I am not really going to name him Squishy. But being that he has been with me since I was born (I refer to it as “him” because every boyfriend I’ve had except ONE has been an utter PITA and this thing IS a PITA), I might as well give him a name. Only, I don’t know what to name him. LOL

I thought of naming him David, as that is my biological father’s name and I have decided to blame this blasted thing on him, but I don’t think I want to. I don’t want to name him George, because Shannon already has a medical entity named George. LOL I was going to name him Steve, but then I realized a good friend’s hubby is named Steve. Yeah, that name won’t work either. So I’m stumped as to what to name him.

But I will say this, he’s driving me nuts. He’s been aching for days now. I need to have him removed. But I’m scared to have him removed. When did this thing about sticking a breathing tube down someone’s throat for *any* surgery start? My friend had her *knee* done and had a breathing tube stuck down her throat. She was told it was standard procedure now. :/ Ugh. Last time someone stuck something down my throat, I couldn’t talk for a week.

So…. anyone have any interesting names to name this blasted hernia that won’t leave me alone?

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