Helenka, Queen of Outer Space

STUBBORN?!?!? Who, moi?
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Hey, this one was fun. Thanks to tepintzin.

Arrogant-free giggles
(except for correcting grammatical inconsistency!),
H.

This is a rare posting from your old mate, Pirate Bob.

Pirate Bob went to the hospital and got some bad news today.
( Cut for bad news and slightly gross TMI )

So, I have to go back on Friday. If I still have not regained my (extremely limited) vision by then, he'll have to make a decision by Monday to operate again. SCREAMING FITS, PEOPLE! Oops, sorry for shattering some eardrums, but I'm fed up. And I don't need the terror, apprehension, pain and all those other wonderful feelings pre and post-op.

So I protest. Big time.

In other news, M found out that my doctor is one of the most acknowledged and caring specialists in the country. Um, okay ... but that still doesn't make me a happy camper, er, hospital patient.

When I came home, there was an encouraging e-mail from G (whose spidey senses must have been working overtime); also e-mails from an old friend who sent me piccies of his house (in the fall) and of me and Brian from my old club's Christmas party. So those were very nice to see. I returned the favour by sending piccies of my Christmas decorated fireplace and my favourite tree next to the lake.

And I finally watched The Last Man and cried and cried and cried. [Actually that was very good for my eye, because it washed it out!] Thanks, Rodney!

Anyway, I have to go now and force myself to eat something. I think it will be beef barley soup. Comfort food. I really wish I had nicer stuff to talk about, but ... but ... le sigh.

Disheartened hugs,
H.