The Word from San Fran
Saturday, June 30th, 2007So … Doc J gives a call and once I tell him my meds hes like, well, youll
die on the table at that weght with that much wrong with you
and Im for candor and honesty and all that, i was just hoping that he of all
people would offer hope
ok … so what do I do doc? (besides start digging with a back hoe and going
out for plywood sheets to make a really REALLY big coffin … maybe norm from
this old house could help)
It says here you are 512, are you SURE you are 512, it says you were 850
before
well yeah I was doc, but I lost and now Im backsliding, but give or take ten
pounds im right in that ballpark
well if you had insurance (note: Im getting that chiseled into my TOMBSTONE )
I would bring you out here, park you in the hospital for a month and get you
tuned up for surgery, optifast you, wring the water out, dialyize if needed,
etc (I felt like a freakin buick getting talked about heah!) but see if you
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