First off let me bring you up to date on my medical condition.
The last I reported I was going for a visit at the hospital to have my liver checked.
I started with 2 aspirations that morning: one was that my liver would be alright, the other that I would no longer have to take the pills that keep the little living brain munchers from coming back and killing me.
50% is not bad in many arenas. If a baseball player comes to bat 100 times and he gets 50 hits he is batting 500. That is a good percentage in the base ball world. If a doctor operates on 100 people and 50 of them die that is not a good percentage.
In my case my liver is fine. The not so good thing is I have to takes the medicine for at least 6 to 9 more months. I choose to equate it to a ballplayer, I am batting 500.
The doctors who had met me before were genuinely happy to see me again.
They were all surprised at how much more confident my demeanor was. I let them pet me and rub my head. I know these people helped me and I felt good showing them how far I had come. Some were even fans of my Chronicles. When you look at it that way I was a celebrity.
Where is Bones in this post? He was busy being what Jesse called a candy striper to the plebeian dogs and cats. He is truly impressed at the work these doctors do. The waiting room is always full of animals in different stages of some disease or injury. Every animal here has been referred by a vet who was simply not able to deal with what ever ailment or injury these critters had.
This day there was a dog with cancer. another dog with 2 broken legs. 2 cats in very bad shape many others and me with aspergillosis.. I was the healthiest dude on the floor. I had empathy for my brothers and sisters who were just starting on their journey of pain. If the others knew how far I had come it might help them have a positive attitude.
As I said Bones was amazed at how many lucky dogs and cats were there. When I say lucky I am referring to having humans love them enough to bring them here. The doctors are the best and it is very expensive.
The parking lot was filled with brand new very nice cars. In the middle of these cars is a 1986 honda, that is my car. I guess the point I am making is despite the fact the other animals had richer humans the love Bones feels for me is the same love everyone in the hospital felt for their pals.
Bones wants to pet and say something to everyone's furry friend. Some people are a little sketchy when he approaches.
One guy said his dog doesn't let any one touch him. The poor dog had 2 vertebra removed and could barely crawl. When bones approached him the dog crawled toward him to get a hug. It had to be a very gentle hug so as not to hurt him, but his owner was taken aback. Bones can't help himself he toured the whole lobby petting touching and talking to the patients. Any where else in any other situation these people would not have allowed this. In this building on this day all the owners let their animals share love with Bones.
Love is the common denominator:
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