My magical powers have returned and now sitting upright typing and taking solid food.
Ice is a solid.
Backtracking, I took myself to the emergency room September 25th for what I presumed
was a cyst on my left thigh. Turned out to be a tumor the size of an egg attached to my femur.
The attending VooDoo doctor calls the attending surgeon and all hell breaks loose.
The tumor was pumping an infection into my blood that no antibiotic could kill. Fever set in,
and white blood count goes to 20.
Three separate surgeries, a gang of ugly dwarf nurses and a dietitian that works with synthetic
I've rededicated my life to crime and the pain of others.