The death of the great and inspirational Earl Scruggs is doing nothing for my spirits today. Nor are the continuing dreams of people breaking into my house, me seeking help, and not finding it.
Four days of treatment left.
Got a form letter from my radiologist that did nothing to clear up the mystery of his departure, so I'm left to assume malfeasance. (I asked if there was illness and was told there was not.) Pfeh.
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