Something went wrong in my latest round of screenings, and my doctor wants to sit down with me on Monday to go over it. While booking the appointment, I was too busy analyzing the receptionist's voice for clues to realize that Monday was Halloween. If I get bad news an hour before handing out candy to trick-or-treaters, it's going to be a rough night. Luckily, I'm dressing as Johnny Lawrence, so if I start throwing candy bars at kids, it'll be in character.
I didn't like Cobra Kai when it first came out, but workplace peer pressure got to me, and it does have its moments
This time, if I get bad news, I am not going to do something stupid like a book a trip I shouldn't take and delete 10 years of journals. A plan will be in place.
The plan so far:
Step 1. Leave the doctor's office, get in my car, drive to the beach, wade into the water, and give that shark another chance to finish me off.
Step 2. Buy the Nikon D850 I've been wanting.
It isn't a good plan, but I have all weekend to think about it.
Just chop the organs out already, Doc. I don't need them anymore, and I'm not interested in having interventions every 5 years until they finally decide to kill me. I have arch enemies to outlive.
well that Nikon will be great for weight bearing exercise and the sharks have enough edibles to digest so I would not bank on them. If your doctor has bad news tell him to go to school and get smart- we are not having it. A leg up for arch enemies- don't think so , not today!!
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