An extra set of prayers up, Danny. I hope you aren't seeing my oncologist; he doesn't (don't say it Vike; fight the urge....... no; no; no; must fight.......).....gawd, no......KNOW HIS ASS FROM A HOLE IN THE GROUND!!!!!! HEE HEE HA HA HA HA HA........🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 That would explain the 'rawness'. (Jeez, where to they get their gear from? The Harbor Freight catalog?) They clipped five polyps from my municipal plumbing the last time 'the gopher went on holiday', if you get my drift. My mom (age 80, going on the last Egyptian dynasty) just went through the surgical/chemo/nuke treatment herself. (Picture a curmudgeon and a full-blown geezer locking horns. It's like a toxic waste spill at Christmas.) I'm heading back in next week because my PSA and liver enzyme levels are spiking again and they need to establish a new baseline. Suck it up, eat well, but just live a little. We're all on the same carnival ride, just in different cars. That's why we're FReepers. If you feel like you feel need to shoot the shit, You know where the IM button is.
Hey, Vision! I finally chased off the resident Salvation Army flophouse! WOO HOO!
Viking, I’m sorry to hear about this, and I hope you can get over it quickly!
At least you and Mrs. Viking have your home back to yourselves again. :-)