In the Last 48 Hours

This is a picture of the tumor on the nerve in my foot. It is not cancerous and it has not occurred because I am fat! So take that nasty Doctor man! I have to wear this painful bone separator for a few days and see if I can take a cortisone shot while I am nursing if that does not work.

In the last 48 hours I have heard that I am dying and that I have a tumor in my foot. Not a stellar week. I think at this point I should dress myself in a Teflon suit and prepare myself for the worst.

I have this They Might be Giants kids song called Never Go to Work going over and over in my head. All night when I tried to sleep I kept singing it. Perhaps this is also signaling my demise. I hope this weekend will have no nasty surprises in store for me.