My favorite part about these little hospital sojourns is the drugs. Really.
They told me that I was going to be getting a "Purple Power Port." Seriously. Ever since it went in, I've been shouting "Purple Power Port Engage!" in hopes of transforming into some sort of gigantic, mechanical dinosaur, but nothing so far. I think I'm not doing something right with my hands. When it heals more, I'm going to try smacking the port and shouting. That seems to work for the Power Rangers.
I also got to wear a styling hat.
OK, "stylish" may be overstating, just a little...
ReplyDeleteMaybe you need the menancing villian to trigger the transformation. No wait that's the cancer, so the chemo drugs cause the transformation.
ReplyDeleteObviously the drugs are superior!!
ReplyDeleteHeal on my friend!
hugs,
Linda
You are stylin' and portfilin'. Or something like that. Safe travels to you today!
ReplyDeleteOne big one down. Hugs Eddie.
ReplyDeleteJoy
I think you need a cape with that hat and that port...maybe that is the finishing touch for super powers.
ReplyDeleteJust in Time for Crazy Holiday Ornaments and such!
ReplyDeletedamn Eddie. I hate this for you. Although I do like your stylin hat. Take care.
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