Posted on 01/17/2006 10:11:00 AM PST by ShorelineMike
Stjepan Lizacic says he was a manly lumberjack until doctors saved his life and made him a laughing stock.
The 56-year-old Croatian claims he started "enjoying housework and knitting" after doctors replaced his pickled and diseased kidney with a female kidney. Instead of enjoying a night of heavy drinking with his pals, Lizacic now prefers housework.
"The kidney transplant saved my life, but they never warned me about the side effects,'' the lumberjack told his local paper. "I have developed a strange passion for female jobs like ironing, sewing, washing dishes, sorting clothes in wardrobes and even knitting."
Lizacic, who is suing his doctors, claims the only person happy with his new attitude is his wife.
"I do most of the housework now, and I blame the hospital that transplanted me the kidney of a 50-year-old woman instead of a man's kidney," he said.
Radmila Lizacic may be happy, but she's also worried. "If the new feminine side to him is confined to housework I am very happy," she said. "I only hope he doesn't start looking at other men."
But does he put on women's clothing and hang around in bars?
Don't take him to see any recently released 'cowboy' movies.
the legend of the Rump Rangers anyone?
Truck Driving Song
I'm drivin' a truck
Drivin' a big ol' truck
Pedal to the metal, hope I don't run out of luck
Rollin' down the highway until the break of dawn
Drivin' a truck with my high heels on
My diesel rig is northward bound
It's time to put that hammer down
Just watchin' as the miles go flyin' by
I'm ridin' twenty tons of steel
But it's sure hard to hold the wheel
While I'm waiting for my nails to dry
Oh, I always gotta check my lipstick in that rear view mirror
And my pink angora sweater fits so tight
I'm jammin' gears and haulin' freight
Well, I sure hope my seams are straight
Lord, don't let my mascara run tonight
Because I'm drivin' a truck
Drivin' a big ol' truck
Smokey's on my tail and my accelerator's stuck
Got these eighteen wheels-a-rollin' until the break of dawn
Drivin' a truck with my high heels on
Oh, I don't mind when my crotchless panties creep right up on me
And my nipple rings don't bother me too much
But when I hit those big speed bumps
My darling little rhinestone pumps
Keep slippin' off the mother-lovin' clutch
But still I'm drivin' a truck
Drivin' a big ol' truck
Headin' down the interstate, just tryin' to make a buck
Wearin' feather boas with sequins and chiffon
While I'm drivin' a truck with my high heels on
I'm drivin' a truck
Drivin' a truck
Got a load to carry and some eyebrows left to pluck
And I'm late for my appointment down at my hair salon
So I'll be drivin' a truck with my high....heels...on...
I always wondered where estrogen was produced, and now I know its the kidneys. Of course!
Bless her heart....:)
Ironing? No way! I guess I must have male kidneys.
And leaves all that Estrogen, that many 56 year old men have more of than Testosterone, to travel the cardiovascular byways.
you take my breath away....
isn't this down in your neck o the woods?
I'm in jail in a Texas town
In my sister's wedding gown
I drive a truck all night long
Listening to Judy Garland songs
Now I'm locked behind bars of steel
I was just looking for a happy meal
I park my rig and I went inside
They've never seen such a pretty bride
Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a normal guy
Who dresses like a butterfly
Jesse Jane
I paid my bill and I turned around
Facing every red neck in that one horse town
His face was red. His fist was clenched
He threw his coke and he got me drenched
Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just an average Joe
Looking for a fashion show
Jesse Jane
Well, I guess that was the final straw
I pulled a pistol from my Wonderbra
I killed him dead. I killed 'em all
And they finally caugh me in the bathroom stall
And now I'm doing ten to life
But I'll tell you one thing, Bubba
Someday I'm gonna make someone in here
A hell of a wife
Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a average guy
Who dresses like a butterfly
Jesse Jane
Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a Peter Pan
Looking for his Neverland
Jesse Jane
Can you cite references to serious medical journal articles to back up that claim?
I don't read serious medical journals, I'm afraid. I've heard it on discussions about the subject. I realize that anecdotal stories are not the same as scientifically proven data, but often it is the stories which lead to studies that prove the claims. I have no real opinion on the subject, but it's not at all the first time I've heard it.
You must mean National Tampon, right? :)
Methinks it's an urban legend. I scan the headlines from medical news almost daily, and have never heard a whiff of any such thing. Sounds like it's a fictional extrapolation from factual information and/or serious hypotheses about subtle changes that a transplanted organ might have on a recipient, such as beginning to produce antibodies that the donor had been producing, but the recipient hadn't been.
Yes, but I don't believe s/he's a neighbor
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