By this time tomorrow, I should be a bit lighter.
The mass that has been residing in the lower right lobe of my liver should be in the pathology lab, and I should be dozing my way through the beginning of my six-fabulous-days-five-incredible-nights Cal Pacific Medical Center holiday.
The radiologists have been baffled; but it’s not hard to recognize the round shape that glows in the films: it’s an onion. Everyone knows you can’t have liver without onion. The medicos need to get out to dinner more.
I’ll be back to the blog once they spring me from the hospital. If I don’t have a serious morphine habit by then, someone isn’t doing their job right.
Ciao, for now.
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