I wrapped presents for my best friend and his family at the office today, thus ensuring they wouldn't be able to meet up until tomorrow. Exactly as planned, mwah ha ha!
Smeagol, the big alley cat that fathered my Molly, showed up in the parking lot again. Only let me pet him for as long as the cat food I fed him lasted before scampering away, but I suppose if someone patted my head and then whisked me off to be neutered I'd be gun-shy too.
The fuck, Scrappy? Bizarre.
Scrappy, that's uhg.
So my surgeon sent me pictures. It's kinda awesome. You guys get a sneak peek cause I'm keeping it off FB until I can use it to make cards/fauxart at target to give my warped fam for Xmas. You get the gallbladderless version. I'll save that one to put behind a cut cause bloody meatness. Over 5.5 cm long. Surgeon said he was glad I asked for pictures because he was glad to have them. Told them he was welcome to use them however he wanted. Definitely an outlier.
Without further ado, my egg sized stone [link]
Without further ado, my egg sized stone
You birthed a mutant eggplant.
amych, yep. And the purple isn't blood, I asked. It's from the bilirubin in the bladder. The green part was the part stuck in the bottleneck, which got softer layers of bili glop rubbed off, probably during the attack. He said rubbing it with gauze, it all woulda looked like the green. And probably until the attack, it all was eggplanty and free floating.
Does make me wonder about how I always got a stitch over there when I'd get a stitch. But I still do now, but not clear if that's the surgery or just more of the same. Little more intense.
Yes.
How the fuck that left me alone until now, I don't know.
Screw that noise, Scrappy
And sarameg? Respect. And also yipes!