Wednesday, October 19, 2005
It Was Nice Knowing You, Nose
Well, after seven weeks, two different doctors, and a wide variety of drugs (and not the fun kind), it's official: the bridge has to go. Something has gotten so deep into the GoreTex that all medicine does is suppress it. Now I've got to find a Monday that's not on midterms to get my surgery done.
Eh. Could be worse, I guess.
Eh. Could be worse, I guess.
