the passionate ailurophile

It was for 4:30, he told his boss about it and all, and was gonna be leaving work early. The doc’s office is not far from here, and I’m wondering why he’s not home now. It’s about 6PM now as I type this.

I’m halfway expecting the phone to ring any second now, from the local police, telling me to come down to the station and post bail. Mike is so sick of doctors and hospitals taking over his life, that if one more person tried to push more surgery, especially now that it is probably NOT needed, he’d go postal on them.

Dr. Y doesn’t seem to be too knife-happy, as I’ve said before, but you never know.

Then he has to go to his regular primary care physician tomorrow. This is the guy who I think only has a job because his daddy is on the board of the Hospital From Hell. Complete polar opposite of Dr. Y…this guy works banker’s hours, doesn’t do much of jack shit. He’s the one who kept Mike in the hospital WAY longer than necessary last summer, and no doubt he’s itching to get him in there yet again. I swear, these guys must work on commission or something.

But FUCK…if there’s no cancer, there’s no cancer. Yanno, being scared of cancer was bad enough. Now that we know that there is none there, why keep pressuring us into more, unnecessary surgery?

After the appointment tommorrow, there should be no more for a while. At least, we HOPE so!