When I was a youngster, I bought a Mr. Coffee drip coffee-maker. It came with a packet of tea, so, of course, the first thing I did was to make tea. I think I drank it as iced tea.
Now, when I was a youngster, I had a rather unique habit. When we were smoking pot, I had mastered the skill of finishing off the joint by swallowing the remainder. It'd form a little depression with my tongue, where saliva would accumulate, enough to mostly extinguish the joint, though, rarely completely.
This talent came in handy when I wanted to impress my friends when we were all stoned senseless.
So, the day I got the Mr. Coffee and drank all that iced tea, I was sitting around getting stoned with my roommate and his girlfriend. All was well.
The next morning, I sat on the crapper and a bunch of blood flew out of my butt. So I ended up in the hospital.
One of the horrible things was that I had just switched jobs. My medical coverage ended 30 days after I left. my last job, and my medical coverage wouldn't start until 30 days after I started my new job. And this happened during the gap.
So, about a month after all of this, I'm at the hospital getting a "lower GI." This is where they make you take a laxative the night before, and then they give you an enema, of liquid barium. Which weighs like a pound per ounce. And they x-ray you to look for bowel problems.
A week or so before that, I got an "upper GI." In this case, I got to sip a strawberry "milkshake" made out of barium, Then they x-rayed me as the barium made its way down. I got to watch the x-ray unfold, seeing. my esophagus get coated, then the stomach appeared and started churning away. This was all the more interesting because I could highly see my ribs, lung and heart.
Before I went through all of this, I was at my HMO's clinic. I was working for Blue Cross, and could have the choice of medical insurance. I think Blue Cross was, like, $3/paycheck, but an HMO was like, $2/paycheck. Me, being single and young/healthy and all, I figured to save a couple of dollars each month.
At the HMO clinic, they figured that they'd track down the source of the blood from the beginning to the end. So, they forced a plastic tube through my nose down into a stomach, and started pumping out whatever liquid they could get.
There was blood--very little. The amount that could arise from having a tube shoved through your nose and down your throat.
Meanwhile, I was experiencing more pain than I ever would (so far, many years later). I made my mind up at that time that if I ever had to go through that again, I'd rather just be let go. I've been through some painful procedures since then, but maybe it just made it easier to experience them.
In the end, the diagnosis was "ulcerative colitis." But, through the years, I've never shown any symptoms of that.
I stopped swallowing joints after that.
A few months later, I came across the packet of tea that came with the Mr. Coffee. It was summer--I decided to fire-up some iced tea.
The next morning, on the crapper, I had about a pint of blood come out. This time I didn't worry. There was no way they'd force that tube through my nose into my throat. I trashed the Mr. Coffee and, at least so-far, haven't had to decide whether a tube down the throat is a valid cost of living.