The Word from San Fran
So … 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
cant get down to 400 or at the very least 450 in a month or two, and Id like to
see you going up three flights of stairs
ummmm, you know doc, I was just in the hospital for three weeks, they wrung
about 60 pounds of water out of me
well THATS when you should have been operated on, but see what you can do,
try optifast, perhaps join a gym, Im sure a doc near you can get you tuned up
for surgery. Look into getting admitted to a hospital near you, and when you
get out fly to here and well take care of it
just … drop 50, 100 pounds, and bring your cardio from “standing up
exhausts me” to “sprint up three flights and not vomit”
::tying blindfold on::
::lighting cigarette:: (what the hell, I cant breathe anyway!)
WHOS GOT THE @)(#*(@(#$*ING GUN????
ah well, guess Ill go research optifast
jesus jumpin H christ, what next???
::grumble::–