So, after seeing the Good Doctor who dealt with my case Friday AM (the one fixed me up just enough so that I could actually leave my house and show my face), he also sat me down to give me his earnest and humorless opinion: I had some serious work ahead of me.
Although I did look relatively fine on the outside, the inner workings of my humanoid engineering were far from being hale and hearty
I have a deep fracture that will likely require some surgery. HUH?? Say again Doc?? The chances I can avoid the surgery are not good. Well... that was Doc #1. So, I packed my overnight bag and headed East to see the lone Doc i've know all my life. After paying $1.51/L for gas, I made my way to see my fave doc. His prognosis?? La misma. He even added that my chances for a simple procedure were even less...
That folks, was the Inconvenient Truth.
Man, I feel like I've been given a hand with 4 doubles @ dominos - so I can't call for a reshuffle. A victory is within the realms of possiblity, but the #s are just not on my side.
So what happened??
The red circle happened. Ladies and gents: The Money Shot.
Ready?? I've been advised that this procedure may total $4000.
Are you kidding me?!?! No. This is so real. If you have benefits, pls kiss the sky or the ground. Take your pick.
As it stands, this is on top of what was done last week. That little red triangle?? Yea... Without it, I would have been home all weekend. Say wrd.
In any case, this is the real deal. I have an appointment with Doc #3 on Friday as I believe the process towards Pretty Hizzy is due to start. Man, today I fully felt like Jeff Goldblum in The Fly. My scars were just getting harder and more unsightly with every passing hour! ARGH!
Speaking of Pretty Hizzy, I may have to put a funding drive together, college radio style.
Anyhow, my drama continues...
I couldn't just leave you w/o a musical gem now could I?? Here... Dilla said it best, didn't he?? The $. Enjoy.