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This has been the worst week on record, I do believe. There have been so many of my worst weeks ever, but I do think that this one clearly takes the cake.
First, I lost my little kitten, Don Caballero, aka Mr. Man, aka Manny. That's the adorable little rascal above. So sad. He apparently was born with a virus that destroys white blood cells. At the time that I took him into the emergency room, he was convulsing and barely breathing. He didn't stand a chance. He was a cute little guy though. At least I got to be there when they put him down. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.
THEN the next morning as I was on my way to get some bloodwork done in Jersey, I managed to total my car. That's right, no more than 24 hours after my kitten dies, my car goes, too! I wish I had a picture of it, the poor guy was pretty mangled in the front.
So let's see, where am I in all of this? Brain tumor in December, dead kitten and totaled car in July. I hope this isn't going to be the trend that the rest of this year follows. If so, you may want to keep your distance from me when you see me out lest you spontaneously burst into flames.
This is my personified conception of the rogue rascal running around in my brain causing God knows what kind of havoc wreaking destruction on all. He's a mischievous little rapscallion with no good on his mutated mind and malevolent shenanigans up his sleeves. Oh and I officially hate him.
So unfortunately today's the day that I solidified the date for my next brain surgery confrontation. Next Wednesday, August 5 is D-day part II: the return of the scalpel. I'll be getting this, the next in the series of my lobotomies, at Johns-Hopkins Bayview. For a hospital, it's pretty nice i guess...for a hospital. Wish me luck, send me happy thoughts, pray for me, dance around a fire or whatever you do in lieu of physically efficacious actions, but do it for me. I'd also really appreciate anyone's phone calls or happy-themed emails as well. This can get rather lonely.
By the way, I hate hospitals. I don't like being confined to cold hard beds, I guess. Being confined to a cold, hard bed isn't exactly my idea of a hot date, and the feeling of waking up after being throughly gassed and knocked out cold for five hours is just about the worst thing I can think of. So really, It'd be great to hear from you guys during all this.
Well, here I go...
