Doctors don't have any fun if they go too long without cutting me so I was first up today and Yevette was up second for her procedure.
There won't be any doom and gloom about how much things suck but it was strange so here goes. I was up first for some surgery but I had to get Yevette for her procedure in another place by 10:00. I didn't think there was time and said we ought to wave off the surgery but Yevette insisted since she has a strong attitude about this cancer business and that means do it now and then leave it behind.
So we did it and that handled the first round of this glorious twofer cancer day.
The strangeness was because my doctor was going to cut me and send that off for biopsy to discover whether there's any more cancer. If yes then cut some more. It's called the MOHS Procedure and it's fairly common so don't worry if it comes to you since the entire purpose is to ensure they get all of it.
That meant after Yevette's procedure, we had to go back over to my doctor to get the verdict on whether he needs to cut again. I had asked him about the odds of getting it on the first try and Dr Mayberry told me 50%-60%. I said, "I'm in. Those odds are much better than lottery."
There was luck with that part since it wasn't necessary to take another chunk but Yevette had to sit it out while this took place and dermatologists are the wizard kings of sutures since they do NOT want to leave any scars. That took a while and we were finally sprung after about five hours all told.
The biggest part of this was ensuring Yevette made it to her procedure since I told Tactical I would cover him so it absolutely cannot happen that I fail to do that. Such a transgression means a ride to hell on the fast train and I will deserve it. He asks that one thing and I fuck it up? Negatory, this cannot happen.
So it didn't.
What actually happened is when we were finally sprung Yevette had more zip than I and she was ready to find some tacos. I was ready to take the schoolbus back since my field trip was definitely out of gas.
You may find this amusing as it came up on the drive back to the Rockhouse and I'm not sure what sequenced it but I told Yevette a woman at Wal-Mart had been hitting on me the previous day. She started talking a little bit and people at Wal-Mart will do it because, well, we are people. She talked for longer than most and I got something which took much longer to realize in earlier days. She's hitting on me.
This is not a setup to mock her since she said she was seventy and she obviously took good care of herself. I would have been more inclined to keep the conversation going but I was ashamed to tell her my lungs don't hold enough to blow up a toy balloon.
Perhaps she lost someone and would like some company or maybe she just likes flirting but either way she's cool.
Lotho suggested there's not much of a perspective on can muster if one only sees a two-dimensional world from the Internet or computer monitors in general. He didn't say it out of meanness and the point is fair enough; it's true that you won't.
However, I daresay my perspective is wider now than it has ever been because I have the luxury of the time to research any damn thing which interests me. I can't overestimate how much the corporate world suppresses just about everything. Absent that suppression and the repercussions for resistance, I'm free to go in any direction I want.
"The best revenge is huge success" - Frank Sinatra
There is no sense of revenge but that which may appear as failure is, in my view, success since I am reaching over a thousand people a day with a message no-one was even willing to hear or would shout down in those stilted environments.
As to whether any of this constitutes wisdom, here's today's cheesy Rockhouse Deep Thought: an oak tree grows fifty years before it ever starts dropping acorns.
Note: I don't know if that's true as I saw it in wtf TV show in one of the waiting rooms. It also said Ensign Sulu is the state lizard in Arizona so believe it or not as you wish.
There was also one of those Hipster Dipster Home Flipster shows and it appears those California dickweeds are universally loathed. It's not such a good idea to use those in hospital waiting rooms when it seems just about everyone hates them.
No need for an editorial as you have probably seen those shallow Pop Tarts in action.
That will about close it for mobile strange today but I'm sure there's more to uncover somewhere.
There won't be any doom and gloom about how much things suck but it was strange so here goes. I was up first for some surgery but I had to get Yevette for her procedure in another place by 10:00. I didn't think there was time and said we ought to wave off the surgery but Yevette insisted since she has a strong attitude about this cancer business and that means do it now and then leave it behind.
So we did it and that handled the first round of this glorious twofer cancer day.
The strangeness was because my doctor was going to cut me and send that off for biopsy to discover whether there's any more cancer. If yes then cut some more. It's called the MOHS Procedure and it's fairly common so don't worry if it comes to you since the entire purpose is to ensure they get all of it.
That meant after Yevette's procedure, we had to go back over to my doctor to get the verdict on whether he needs to cut again. I had asked him about the odds of getting it on the first try and Dr Mayberry told me 50%-60%. I said, "I'm in. Those odds are much better than lottery."
There was luck with that part since it wasn't necessary to take another chunk but Yevette had to sit it out while this took place and dermatologists are the wizard kings of sutures since they do NOT want to leave any scars. That took a while and we were finally sprung after about five hours all told.
The biggest part of this was ensuring Yevette made it to her procedure since I told Tactical I would cover him so it absolutely cannot happen that I fail to do that. Such a transgression means a ride to hell on the fast train and I will deserve it. He asks that one thing and I fuck it up? Negatory, this cannot happen.
So it didn't.
What actually happened is when we were finally sprung Yevette had more zip than I and she was ready to find some tacos. I was ready to take the schoolbus back since my field trip was definitely out of gas.
You may find this amusing as it came up on the drive back to the Rockhouse and I'm not sure what sequenced it but I told Yevette a woman at Wal-Mart had been hitting on me the previous day. She started talking a little bit and people at Wal-Mart will do it because, well, we are people. She talked for longer than most and I got something which took much longer to realize in earlier days. She's hitting on me.
This is not a setup to mock her since she said she was seventy and she obviously took good care of herself. I would have been more inclined to keep the conversation going but I was ashamed to tell her my lungs don't hold enough to blow up a toy balloon.
Perhaps she lost someone and would like some company or maybe she just likes flirting but either way she's cool.
Lotho suggested there's not much of a perspective on can muster if one only sees a two-dimensional world from the Internet or computer monitors in general. He didn't say it out of meanness and the point is fair enough; it's true that you won't.
However, I daresay my perspective is wider now than it has ever been because I have the luxury of the time to research any damn thing which interests me. I can't overestimate how much the corporate world suppresses just about everything. Absent that suppression and the repercussions for resistance, I'm free to go in any direction I want.
"The best revenge is huge success" - Frank Sinatra
There is no sense of revenge but that which may appear as failure is, in my view, success since I am reaching over a thousand people a day with a message no-one was even willing to hear or would shout down in those stilted environments.
As to whether any of this constitutes wisdom, here's today's cheesy Rockhouse Deep Thought: an oak tree grows fifty years before it ever starts dropping acorns.
Note: I don't know if that's true as I saw it in wtf TV show in one of the waiting rooms. It also said Ensign Sulu is the state lizard in Arizona so believe it or not as you wish.
There was also one of those Hipster Dipster Home Flipster shows and it appears those California dickweeds are universally loathed. It's not such a good idea to use those in hospital waiting rooms when it seems just about everyone hates them.
No need for an editorial as you have probably seen those shallow Pop Tarts in action.
That will about close it for mobile strange today but I'm sure there's more to uncover somewhere.
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