Red Mosquito

spike wrote:How is wease not going to go to sleep for a week

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

spike wrote:How is wease not going to go to sleep for a week

He has 12 interviews scheduled to keep him alert

spike wrote:Cleared his schedule, smart.

wease wrote:I need you guys as my personal assistants. That’s brilliant.

I did schedule 6 interviews for Wed.

spike wrote:

wease wrote:I need you guys as my personal assistants. That’s brilliant.

I did schedule 6 interviews for Wed.

think you can squeeze in 9 or 18?

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

spike wrote:How is wease not going to go to sleep for a week

He has 12 interviews scheduled to keep him alert

Should be able to get in a good 12 hour nap with all those no shows

Higgs wrote:Wife had one of the usual ongoing follow up Doctor's appointments today. Physical exam found some unusual lumps so off for an MRI we go. It'll likely be scar tissue or something innocuous but man, I would love to get off this cancer merry go round. I know that whatever happens we will be OK and I know it's likely nothing and we need to know either way, but fuck me if it doesn't get old and begin to grind you down.

Went to the gym and went at it angry. Feel a bit better now.

Enough whining, work to be done.

Spoiler: show

The flipside is (and I don't care how logical and scientific you are usually) there is always the demon thought in the back of your mind Unless of course the scan saw so much cancer it was waving at the radiographer.

But pretty sure we are good.

Higgs wrote:

Higgs wrote:Wife had one of the usual ongoing follow up Doctor's appointments today. Physical exam found some unusual lumps so off for an MRI we go. It'll likely be scar tissue or something innocuous but man, I would love to get off this cancer merry go round. I know that whatever happens we will be OK and I know it's likely nothing and we need to know either way, but fuck me if it doesn't get old and begin to grind you down.

Went to the gym and went at it angry. Feel a bit better now.

Enough whining, work to be done.

I posted the above a few weeks ago and wanted to update.

Wiffey had the MRI and an ultrasound and, whilst we were told nothing much on the day, the good news was they didn't find anything they wanted to biopsy "just in case". In truth that alone was a big win as having some experience in this, that's when shit really gets real.

Its funny in a way - you get all worked up and scared of possibilities, and then... nothing.

A great nothing for sure, but still. We literally have a phone consult follow up "at some time (unspecified)" on Thursday.

So I am 95% sure all is well and clear, but can only confirm on Thursday.

Spoiler: show

The flipside is (and I don't care how logical and scientific you are usually) there is always the demon thought in the back of your mind Unless of course the scan saw so much cancer it was waving at the radiographer.

But pretty sure we are good.

But yeah, fuck cancer.

Ello Sailor wrote:Team fuck cancer. Team ludicrous car expeditions. Team sick as fuck lesser-known album leaks.

Same team, innit. Love you, buddy.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.