Chuck Palahniuk - Choke
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As a clinical entity, the occurrence of colorectal foreign bodies rises dramatically every year. There are reports of foreign bodies that stayed in place for years without perforating the bowel or causing significant health complications. Even if Ursula hears something, it won't be conclusive. Really this would take an abdominal roentgenogram and proctosigmoidoscopy.
Picture yourself on the examining table with your knees pulled to your chest in what they call the jackknife position. Your buttocks would be separated and held apart with adhesive tape. Somebody would apply periabdominal pressure while somebody else would insert two tissue forceps and attempt to transanally manipulate and extract the foreign body. Of course, this is all done with regional anesthesia. Of course, nobody is giggling and taking pictures, but still.
Still. This is me I'm talking about.
Picture the sigmoidoscope view on a television screen, a bright light pushing along a clenched tunnel of mucosal tissue, wet and pink, pushing into the puckered darkness until it's there on TV for everybody to see: the dead hamster.
See also: The Barbie doll head.
See also: The red rubber butt ball.
Ursulas hand has stopped its up-and-down jumping, and she says, "I can hear your heart beat." She says, "You sound pretty scared."
No. No way, I tell her, I'm having a swell time.
''You don't feel like it," she says, her breath hot on my periabdominal region. She says, "I'm getting carpal tunnels."
"You mean carpal tunnel syndrome," I say. "And you can't because it won't be invented until the Industrial Revolution."
To keep the foreign body from moving higher into the colon, you can provide traction by using a Foley catheter and inserting a balloon into the colon above the body. Then inflate the balloon. More common is a vacuum above the foreign body; this is usually the case with self-administered wine or beer bottles.
Her ear still against my belly, Ursula says, "Do you know whose it is?"
And I say, that's not funny.
With bottles self-administered open end first, you have to insert a Robinson catheter around the bottle and allow air to flow past it and break the vacuum. With bottles self- administered closed end first, insert a retractor into the open end of the bottle, then fill the bottle with plaster. After the plaster sets around the retractor, pull it to remove the bottle.
Using enemas is another method, but less reliable.
Here with Ursula in the stables, you can hear it start to rain outside. The rain patter- ing on the thatch, the water running in the street. The light in the windows is dimmer, dark gray, and there's the quick repeating splash of somebody running for cover. The deformed black-and-white chickens squeeze in through a broken board in the walls and fluff their feathers to shake off the water.
And I say, "What else does the TV say about Denny?"
Denny and Beth.
I say, "Do you think Jesus automatically knew he was Jesus from the start, or did his mom or somebody tell him and he grew into it?"
A soft rumble comes up from my lap, but not from inside me.
Ursula breathes out, then snores again. Her hand goes limp around me. Limp me. Her hair spills across my legs. Her warm soft ear is sunk into my stomach.
The hay itches up through the back of my shirt.
The chickens scratch in the dust and hay. The spiders spin.
Chapter 38
HOW TO MAKE AN EAR CANDLE is you take a piece of regular paper and roll it into a thin tube. There's no real miracle to it. Still, you have to start with the stuff you already know.
This is just more flotsam and jetsam left over from medical school, something I teach now to the field trip kids at Colonial Dunsboro.
Maybe you have to work your way up to the real bona fide miracles.
Denny comes to me after stacking rock outdoors in the rain all day and says he's got earwax so bad he can't hear. He sits in a chair in my mom's kitchen with Beth there, standing by the back door, leaning back a little with her butt against the edge of the kitchen counter. Denny sits with the chair pulled sideways to the kitchen table and one of his arms resting on the table.
And I tell him to hold still.
Rolling the paper into a tight tube, I say, "Just supposing," I say, "Jesus Christ had to practice being the Son of God to get any good at it."
I tell Beth to turn off the kitchen lights, and I twist one end of the thin paper tube into the tight dark tunnel of Denny's ear. His hair's grown out some, but we're talking less of a fire hazard than most people have. Not too deep, I twist the tube into his ear only far enough so it stays in place when I let go.
To concentrate, I try and not think of Paige Marshall's ear.
"What if Jesus spent all his growing up getting things wrong," I say, "before he ever got a single miracle right?"
Denny sitting in the chair, in the dark, the white paper tube juts out his ear.
"How is it we don't read about Jesus' failed first attempts," I say, "or how he didn't really crank out the big miracles until he was over thirty?"
Beth pushes out the crotch of her tight jeans at me, and I use her zipper to light a kitchen match and carry the little flame across the room to Denny's head. Using the match, I light the end of the paper tube.
From striking the match, the room smells full of sulfur.
Smoke unwinds from the burning end of the tube, and Denny says, "You're not going to let it hurt me, are you?"
The flame creeps in closer to his head. The burned end of the tube curls open and comes apart. Black paper edged with worming orange sparks, these hot bits of paper drift toward the ceiling. Some bits of black paper curl and fall.
That's really what this is called. An ear candle.
And I say, "How about if Jesus got started by just doing nice things for people, you know, helping old ladies cross the street or telling people when they'd left their headlights on?" I say, "Well, not that exactly, but you get the idea."
Watching the fire curl closer and closer to Denny's ear, I say, "How about if Jesus spent years working up to the big loaves-and-the-fishes thing? I mean, that Lazarus deal is probably something he'd have to build up to, right?"
And Denny's eyes are twisted over to try and see how close the fire is, and he says, "Beth, is it about to burn me?"
And Beth looks at me and says, "Victor?"
And I say, "It's okay."
Leaning back even harder against the kitchen counter, Beth twists her face not to see and says, "It looks like some kind of weird torture."
"Maybe," I say, "maybe even Jesus didn't believe in himself at first."
And I lean into Denny's face, and with one puff, blow out the flame. With one hand cupped under Denny's jaw, to keep him still, I slip the last of the paper tube out of his ear. When I show it to him, the paper is gummy and dark with the earwax the fire wicked out.
Beth turns on the kitchen light.
Denny shows the burned little tube to her, and Beth smells it and says, "Stinky."
I say, "Maybe miracles are like a talent, and you have to start with the small stuff."
Denny puts a hand over his clean ear and then uncovers it. He covers and uncovers it again, and says, "Definitely better."
"I don't mean like Jesus did card tricks," I say, "but just not hurting people would be a good start."
Beth comes around, and she holds her hair back with one hand so she can bend and look into Denny's ear. She squints and gets her head around to see in from different angles.
Rolling another sheet of paper into a thin tube, I say, "You were on TV the other day, I hear."
I say, "I'm sorry." Just twisting the paper tube tighter and tighter in my hands, I say, "That was my fault."
Beth stands straight and looks at me. She shakes her hair back. Denny sticks a finger in his clean ear and digs around, then he smells the finger.
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