I damn near choked to death trying to swallow a stinking diet pill. My old man thought that it was funny. He was pointing and laughing at me as I grasped my throat and turned blue. He didn’t even bother to offer any help. Luckily for me and unfortunately for him, the pill popped out as I passed out and hit the floor. After I regained consciousness, I grabbed one of the large kitchen knives and began chasing him around the house. I plunged it in his groin, pinning him to the floor. Then I set the phone just out of his reach. He screamed like a little girl. I laughed and pointed at him and asked him how he liked it. He cursed at me and said that there was nothing funny about inflicting pain on him. When I asked him why it was O.K. for him to laugh at me choking and it wasn’t funny when he was hurt, he told me that it was that he didn’t want to help me, but that he had just gotten back from the dentist and was still loopy from the anesthetic and that his legs had fallen asleep from sitting on them wrong. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t move. Well, then I started to feel bad. I took put away the knife and told him I was sorry. The bleeding was awful. I called the doctor and asked what he would do for a wound like that. He told me that he would sterilize and cauterize the wound and put a dressing on it. Well since we haven’t got the money to go to the doctor I decided to do it myself. I poured kosher salt and rubbing alcohol on it and then took the iron and sealed the wound. Then I wrapped it in one of my cleanest dirty gym socks. I bet the next time he goes to the dentist he won’t ask to be doped up. I am sure that a root canal without pain medicine would be slightly more tolerable.