12.09.2007
So It's True, Shit Does Happen
The other day my boyfriend had an endoscopy to see if all that nasty old cancer was gone from his stomach. "Ain't no cancer here!" the pictures said. Awesome!
Later that night I came out of the kitchen, where I was eating ice cream out of the container (I do that sometimes), and found him doubled over on the sofa, what's left of his hair all matted down with sweat.
"Is something wrong?" I tried to sound casual because when your boyfriend's going through chemotherapy you can't get all worked up over every little thing.
"I think I need to go to the emergency room," he answered in a voice like a cat with laryngitis. Um, not awesome. Turns out he has pancreatitis, which is painful but not deadly. So I was right not to get all worked up. But it still made me think of that line from "Shakespeare's Sister" by The Smiths: I can smile about it now, but at the time it was terrible. (groan)
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Pancreatitis! Late night trips to the ER! Ice cream! Baltimore! Don't you just have it all. I'm glad they have a handle on PLo's newest crisis, I'm sure he'll be feeling better soon. I hope you're all right. Have some more ice cream.
Goodness!
No matter what it is, it's scary.
I wonder if just giving a bit of that ice cream from the container might not have cleared it all up right there, however.
That's some pretty good stuff.
Sometimes all I can say is, "Lawd, if you there---HAAAAILLLPP!!"
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