
Popsicles are my new friends, though my stomach is giving me hints that I eat them too fast.

Popsicles are my new friends, though my stomach is giving me hints that I eat them too fast.
All right you giant bastard pill. I don’t like you and you don’t like me, but we are going to work together and you are not going to be difficult, right?
Right.

PatchesBunny is keeping me company.

I’m still alive. Tired and groggy and dealing with some pain, but not too much.
This machine hates me and I think it’s a jerk face.

I was scheduled for noon. It’s 1:42. Still waiting…


Damn right I’m watching the MoonKnight finale before we leave for the hospital.

No spoilers, of course.
Patches isn’t nervous about tomorrow at all. It’s like she has no idea what’s going on.

If I’m going to be on a liquid diet, the least I could do is water the plants, right?

Solidarity, brothers (and sisters) and sisters*.
*Yes, it’s a Monty Python reference kinda day. Solidarity, siblings.
I have prepared The Last Supper*.

*At least the last supper before the liquid diet starts at midnight.