Battle Turn

 

 

THE BATTLE TURN

 

Well I saw the doctor a few days ago. In truth I've been kinda depressed and frustrated. Medical science and technology has advanced soooo much in the last few years. The Dr. was able to tell me in no uncertain terms, "I don't know what's wrong with you."

Succinct and so revealing.

 

She did order tests...Nothing different than last time, or the thirty times before that, where all of the DRs and specialists said "We don't know what's wrong with you."

 

Meanwhile my dreadnaughts' shelling of my right breast has paid off in spades! It hurts as bad as the left one does, and holy high glory it has developed a lump the size of a pencil eraser in only a week and a half! Give the crew some extra rum!

 

I can barely type these days. Have you ever tried to type with just your right hand?

I wish I had someone...But I wax morose.

 

Meanwhile My Little Dreadnought steams on. It was happy to let me know of the massive hernia (or whatever it is) in the middle of my belly, surely a product of The Yack.

 

In other news: I have a huge bag of the BEST pepperoni EVAH! And Pepper Jack cheese that aint kidding around. Yummo.

In the meantime enjoy this random picture of a kitteh.