Girls, we have got to talk! What tzuris I have been suffering this week--first from my rectum, and now from my father and my sister!
I went to the doctor this week to check on the bleeding. There is no sign of colorectal cancer--thank God!!!!!--I just have to watch myself with the meds, and be gentle on my body when I clean. I have to be fresh as a daisy, you know? Who knew I was irritating anything? And my prostate is fine, thank you very much.
Then, we--David and I--get up at 6:17! AM! I mean, I barely have a face at that hour! And my hair! Because we have to rush to Pennsylvania to see my sister, in order to see my 102-year-old father, who is supposedly tanking. So, we are at the bus station, when I get a voice mail from my sister, telling us not to come! That's right! Back to Bay Ridge, we go!
At least, I get a chance to chat with you all. But if my father croaks, that's it; I will erupt! Of course, he will probably outlive Carl Reiner, as the 200-Year-Old Man!
So, I can blog, read my abysmal book and finish it, and wait till you see the job I do on that. I will also let you know about "Wonder Wheel," and whatever else comes along!
It is barely minutes after 12;30 PM. I feel like the day is done, already!!!!!!!!!!!!
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