That's nuts, ita. Who could afford that?
Seriously. This is not the medical procedure you expect to bankrupt yourself on.
Fingers crossed for your sister!
I think I've decided I'll buy mine the e-book of The Princess Bride (I'm pretty sure she doesn't have it...) and if that's not e- (I think *I* have it), then I'll buy her the Chester Himes bio. Because they are so similar.
No one has ever said carbs are bad for your mood.
I mean, right? Only a crazy person would say that.
I remember a chiropractor burbling at me about three $50 sessions a week (in a small Utah town back in the 90s) interspersed with two $30 massage therapy sessions a week--"And that's all anyone really needs to stay feeling great!"
I went to him twice a week for three weeks, I felt remarkable limber, my bank account became less limbers, and I gave him up. He then sold his practice and went back to Nepal "to gain more insight into his medical practice and help the locals."
Okay. I bought powerball tix. If I win I am sharing my largesse with buffistas.
Crap. Just spoke with the surgeon. The surgery itself went fine, but ultimate prognosis is less rosy. Tumor has already returned. I am pretty bummed right now.
Crap. I'm sorry, Burrell.
I knew it wasn't good when I saw the original tumor, but this is bad.
Oh no, Burrell. I'm so sorry.
Damn, Burrell. I'm sorry.