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.
That sucketh mightily, Burrell.
Oh, Burrell, I'm so sorry. There aren't enough words, or any right ones really.
My doctor has scheduled me for an epidural tomorrow, in order to relax the muscles in my neck & shoulder.
I didn't realize they could do an epidural for neck/shoulder. Will you be numb from the neck down?