Thursday, January 12, 2006
Some Good Great Fantastic News!
I never thought I would enjoy hearing the following phrase:
The doctors have no clue what's wrong with me.
But I heard that phrase today from Wayners, and it was like a big load lifted off my shoulders. I can't imagine what it must have been like for him and Janners. You see, doctors seem to have pretty much every variety of cancer figured out. They can't cure it, but they damn sure know it when they see it.
And Wayners ain't got it. His doctor told him today.
So, we're clueless as to what the problem is, or more appropriately was. The docs still want to play around some with him, maybe even whack off a few unnecessary parts, but it looks like whatever it is will take 30 or 40 years to kill him.
Or maybe it's just that all the positive energy directed toward that lovely Firebrick hom in North Dallas over the past few weeks hit the mark, and blasted whatever critters was ailing him into the next dimension. He and Janners will be out here soon, and on the off chance there might still be something in there, we'll probably have to make an effort to douse it liberally with copious amounts of alcohol until it gives up.
C'mon bro, let's do the ol' man proud!
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The doctors have no clue what's wrong with me.
But I heard that phrase today from Wayners, and it was like a big load lifted off my shoulders. I can't imagine what it must have been like for him and Janners. You see, doctors seem to have pretty much every variety of cancer figured out. They can't cure it, but they damn sure know it when they see it.
And Wayners ain't got it. His doctor told him today.
So, we're clueless as to what the problem is, or more appropriately was. The docs still want to play around some with him, maybe even whack off a few unnecessary parts, but it looks like whatever it is will take 30 or 40 years to kill him.
Or maybe it's just that all the positive energy directed toward that lovely Firebrick hom in North Dallas over the past few weeks hit the mark, and blasted whatever critters was ailing him into the next dimension. He and Janners will be out here soon, and on the off chance there might still be something in there, we'll probably have to make an effort to douse it liberally with copious amounts of alcohol until it gives up.
C'mon bro, let's do the ol' man proud!
