There is great goodness in gallivanting but let the record reveal I did show up and still, incredulously, after three or four hours of sleep. That waking up drowning bit seems to have passed. I still have to get that stuff out of my chest but it doesn't drown me to force it.
The bandages from today already itch me up a wall but that tape always busts me more than the incisions. The cuts are annoying but the itching drives me buggy. The dressings are only required one day and then freedom. With any luck at all there won't be any surgery in the foreseeable future after that. That kind of cancer is never cured but it does seem they have it in abeyance.
Something I didn't understand previously is all skin cancer is malignant but some is aggressive while others like the basal cell are not.
The other plus lately is smoking has declined precipitously to even less than Yevette and that doesn't ever happen. It may well stay like that as there's tremendous pressure from all the cut, cut, cut and I know that had to be hyping me because, oh, my achin' ass, will this ever stop. It seems this must have been going on for six months now and people can say what they like about VA but they busted their butts, at least twice with two hotshot doctors cutting me at once. They're super hotshots too as their minds are so fast they feel no need to impress anyone except maybe the Papa Doctor who knows and sees all.
Last time, the Papa Doc was a woman and this time it was a man who hailed from maybe India. Those differences don't mean tuppence over there.
They sent me some anti-anxiety meds yesterday and maybe they work but I'm not much inclined to use them because some of that stuff puts me next to a fookin' coma and then I wake up with a hangover. I would much rather be tired than hungover but drunkies are more clever than I and manage to do both. I think I may not ever understand drunkies.
It seems there's a sense of relief from a couple of things and that started yesterday as I never sleep like this. I haven't managed two or three hours at a pop in ages. Usually I could flop back down again and that hasn't been possible for a while but that seems to have broken open so goodness all over.
Just did a quick scan of news and there's nothin' in it because the sciencers don't publish anything except for prime time weekdays. Yevette sometimes brought up politics on the way to VA but she's born in the U.S.A. furious about how they have corrupted the election and other things but my reaction is generally the same, that it doesn't matter anymore and everything else is just more detail of it now.
The sciencers give me promise and optimism because they live far above this and maybe too far sometimes but anyone who thinks beyond only what comes tomorrow will encourage me every time.
I don't think about tomorrow ... too far in advance (larfs).
The bandages from today already itch me up a wall but that tape always busts me more than the incisions. The cuts are annoying but the itching drives me buggy. The dressings are only required one day and then freedom. With any luck at all there won't be any surgery in the foreseeable future after that. That kind of cancer is never cured but it does seem they have it in abeyance.
Something I didn't understand previously is all skin cancer is malignant but some is aggressive while others like the basal cell are not.
The other plus lately is smoking has declined precipitously to even less than Yevette and that doesn't ever happen. It may well stay like that as there's tremendous pressure from all the cut, cut, cut and I know that had to be hyping me because, oh, my achin' ass, will this ever stop. It seems this must have been going on for six months now and people can say what they like about VA but they busted their butts, at least twice with two hotshot doctors cutting me at once. They're super hotshots too as their minds are so fast they feel no need to impress anyone except maybe the Papa Doctor who knows and sees all.
Last time, the Papa Doc was a woman and this time it was a man who hailed from maybe India. Those differences don't mean tuppence over there.
They sent me some anti-anxiety meds yesterday and maybe they work but I'm not much inclined to use them because some of that stuff puts me next to a fookin' coma and then I wake up with a hangover. I would much rather be tired than hungover but drunkies are more clever than I and manage to do both. I think I may not ever understand drunkies.
It seems there's a sense of relief from a couple of things and that started yesterday as I never sleep like this. I haven't managed two or three hours at a pop in ages. Usually I could flop back down again and that hasn't been possible for a while but that seems to have broken open so goodness all over.
Just did a quick scan of news and there's nothin' in it because the sciencers don't publish anything except for prime time weekdays. Yevette sometimes brought up politics on the way to VA but she's born in the U.S.A. furious about how they have corrupted the election and other things but my reaction is generally the same, that it doesn't matter anymore and everything else is just more detail of it now.
The sciencers give me promise and optimism because they live far above this and maybe too far sometimes but anyone who thinks beyond only what comes tomorrow will encourage me every time.
I don't think about tomorrow ... too far in advance (larfs).
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