Friday, July 25, 2014

*cough, choke, cough*

I'm better, but this lingering bit of chest congestion can fuck the fucking fuck off.  With knobs.  And cheese.

Friday, July 18, 2014

ugh.

This bloody chest cold can fuck the fucking fuck off.  My ribs and abs are killing me from the constant hacking and coughing. 

Friday, July 11, 2014

Cancer.

My cousin has breast cancer.  Had a mastectomy.  Her oncologist said they didn't get it all, and that she's at stage 1.  That can fuck off with a rusty chainsaw.

A good friend has stage 3 or 4 inflammatory breast cancer.  Her doctors didn't catch it very quickly, because she was breastfeeding at the time, and they thought the initial symptoms were either mastitis, or blocked ducts.  She's had four months of chemo, and they said she needs three more before they can attempt a mastectomy to try to get it under control.

That kind of cancer has a 34% chance of not recurring within five years. 

And that kind of cancer can chainsawdomize itself with a rusty chainsaw.

Friday, June 27, 2014

...

I actually put writing this in my to-do list for this morning, and still forgot it. 

That can ftfo. 

Friday, June 13, 2014

my right knee

My right knee can so FTFO.  I was sitting down, last night, and it went popCRUNCH.  And then it swelled up, got stiff, and got painful.  And it still is.

Friday, June 6, 2014

mmmph?...ugh.

Nights full of restless dreams that have you more tired when you wake up than you were when you went to bed can fuck off sideways.

Friday, May 30, 2014

not much

Other than still not knowing anything about whether or not the imp has a place in the private school kindergarten, I don't have a whole lot I can talk about this week.