Awakened by telephone ringing. It's my doctor with the MRI report which I only had yesterday. As I had told him a couple of weeks ago, there's a problem. He didn't really believe then. Bet he's wondering how I knew. It's always kind of interesting to watch Dr. Science have his world twisted by little Ms. Inconspicuous, nee Hypochondriac.

So, we have a cyst growing on our brain...at the surgical site where our last so-called surgeon removed the tumor. What does this mean? No freaking idea. Dr. Science didn't know either. The only thing he had to offer was "don't drive". Thanks doc...I don't..haven't for 5 years now. Thankfully I was aware enough to notice people running up phone poles around me and decided to retire my license. People who are deaf on one side should not drive cars..not in traffic anyway. At least this is my own experience. Maybe some people are able to compensate; I never have been able to. I hear the noise alright, but I couldn't tell you which of the 360 degrees that make up the circle of our existence that it emanates from. So...

I'm sitting here waiting for more phone calls. Or planning on making some if I don't get any by certain strokes of the clock. I hate this. And this is not at all the way I envisioned my 59th year. So much for psychic abilities when it comes to fun. It seems the only thing I'm good at foreseeing is trouble. Whoopie. For once I'd like to envision myself having a great freakin time! Going on a world tour, or meeting interesting people or finding buried treasure! What's wrong with psychic visions of stuff like that??

So anyway, that's day three. Forgive me if I don't seem too excited. Pissed is more the adjective. Catch y'all later. Ciao