Robert, It's fine with me if you're gay dear

I love Raymond.

I saw my new doctor yesterday. She said I definitely have patellofemoral syndrome, but since I've now got pain in all my other joints, that's probably not all that I've got going on. Which is perhaps why my knees refuse to fix themselves no matter what I try.

So NewDoc tells me to get a bunch of blood work immediately, and she wants to go into my right knee, because she believes I've got a tear in my miniscus, which is what's been causing my right knee to give. Peachy. Blood, needles, and surgery. 3 things I'm not a fan of. Then outside the little smelly room I was in, she asks her nurse/receptionist to schedule me a surgery date and the woman asks if I'm doing anything May 8th. As in just over 2 weeks. I say, nope, I'm free, and she writes me down. I start going into shock. Shock that compounds when NewDoc hands me the paperwork with all the blood tests she wants done. There are 7 of them listed on there people. I'm standing there imagining the gallons of blood they're going to need to perform such tests.

So I go back to my primary care people and they order the tests so I go to the lab and check in. I warn the dude I'm not such a big fan of needles, or of my blood being outside of me. He was a good lab tech tho. He got me all distracted and took 6 bottles of blood before I knew it.

I've been told Pie-Cat's new name for today is LoopyLufwafa. She gets a new nickname every day. I've heard that Lufwafa's are very lovable.

Back to the knees, the receptionist chick called me today and said all my appointments are scheduled and call her for the info. Dude... I'm having surgery...

MarkyMark sent me a package and I got it today! I love getting packages. It was just lots of little silliness.

Crossbow said she'll make sure someone takes me to and from my surgery, and they'll all take turns driving me, and getting me whatever I need. And by all that means Bow, ThanksgivingGirl, Hefe and that's probably it. Hefe told me yesterday that he's going to tell the big boss that he needs to be on call for me 24 hours a day to make soup runs or whatever. Silly Hefe's just trying to scam out of work. Not that I blame him... It's a good idea. And Crossbow and ThanksgivingGirl just want me to hurry up and get a handicapped parking pass. I love those crazy cats. Love love love.

I took my sleepy pills a while ago, and it's getting tired to type straight, so I've got to go. Please forgive spelling mistakes, I don't care right now.

Don't be a Fwaf!