Sorry, Limey.:sniff:

Fuck cancer.

Sorry, and FUCK cancer.

Fuck cancer, and fuck fookbase the bearer of bad news. :(

Damn sorry. fc

I'm so sorry limey. Jebus it ain't fair by any stretch of imagination. :(

Sorry, Limey. :(

Thanks everyone. I'm glad to have got to know her again, just sad that it was for a short while (no news yet, but that's not good ...)

I've had pain in my low back for several weeks; radiates to my left leg below the knee, which means spinal nerve impingement. Never had it before, no trauma to cause it. It could be due to degenerative processes, but coming on over a short period of time makes that less likely. Steroids have improved things somewhat today but otherwise it's crippling. I know I need to contact my onco but don't want to get bad news.

There's enough bad news with my practice that has no patients, and endless debt. People call and then don't show. We had a call today for 15 physicals next week but I'll believe it when they walk through the door. And pay. Getting paid in the US for WC is ridiculous - so many middle-man companies that take chunks out of insurance payments, and no choice about it. I sink deeper in debt every day. But if I have mets, I suppose it won't matter.

Limey, i'm so sorry.

First, heard Mum's friends' son has died.
The couple where the husband has leukemia.
He (the son) was taken into hospital with acute pancreatitis and subsequently suffered a cardiac arrest and then brain damage from that.

Died yesterday afternoon surrounded by family, although it's not likely he'd have known that.
It was inevitable at that point. The damage was done. He was in general poor health physically, as well as being schizophrenic. His Mum described him as "a gentle giant".
He was only 6-8 years older than me from what I can work out. Hard to reckon when you knew someone when you were young. Those few years mean a lot in middle school, and nothing on a deathbed.
Made me cry.

And then today, my mobile phone was stolen from the library.
Properly stolen.
I can only assume I put it down when I talked to the librarian (I am so much more careful when I am in Leeds!) and walked off without it (careful, but absent-minded).
Checked a book back in, went to take a photo, couldn't find phone. Retraced my steps. Searched and re-searched my bags. Was then asked by another library user, "Did you get your phone back?" in a worried tone of voice.

Apparently, the man using the nearest computer had said he knew me, I'd just gone out for a cigarette, and he'd take it to me.
Lying, thieving scrote.

No phone, no landline, no internet access apart from the library.
The best my service provider can offer is that I ask for a duplicate SIM card and buy another phone.

Got a crime number, and there is CCTV/ user records in the library.
Am not holding my breath.
But that made me cry too.

I can't compare death to losing a mobile phone. But I don't think I've ever had anything deliberately stolen before. He had at TOP a five minute window of opportunity.
Arsehole.

I'm sorry Sundae. That's horrible that the thief took your phone.

It's an unfortunate fact of life that anything which isn't nailed down will disappear at the hands of some opportunist thief.

Despicable 'illegitimate'.

Oh no! Hon, that's awful bad luck. When it's your main link tothe world, that really sucks.

And, I was just about to text you my new mobile number (early birthday pressie from the two Js) so we could text again, finally, after a year and a half of me not having a mobile :(

I just can not abide a thief.

My buddy keeps getting shit taken from his house. He has a plan for the thief if he ever catches him in his house...

It involves dude's hands and a 32 oz claw-hammer.

Well at least my Mum is being sympathetic...

Oh well. she won't be bothered by any calls from me in the near future. Because they are not important.

Yes I know.
That's why I vented on here and didn't try to hurt you, mother.

Heh. The last line is always the killer.