Brainsalad
The frightening consequences of electroshock therapy

I'm a middle aged government attorney living in a rural section of the northeast U.S. I'm unmarried and come from a very large family. When not preoccupied with family and my job, I read enormous amounts, toy with evolutionary theory, and scratch various parts on my body.

This journal is filled with an enormous number of half-truths and outright lies, including this sentence.

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Mom's boob update

Looks like it should be ok. It will be outpatient surgery followed by some limited radiation therapy. No chemo unless something else crops up.

My oldest brother took my mother out to dinner last evening. He told her, "Mom, you're going to die of something at some point. It just won't be this."

See? It's not just me.


Oh, in other news, I had a trial for yesterday and a court appearance cancel because of sommething very tragic. A lawyer I work with quite frequently lost his seventeen year old son in a freak sports accident. They just had the boy's picture on the TV. Holy cow, he looked like his dad. He got body checked during a game of lacrosse and it caused an embolism (sp?) in his brain. One of those freak terrible things. I'll be sending a card.

And tonight, we get our first big (snow) storm of the season. Looks like high winds and icy road conditions, which are the sort of the thing that hits my place the hardest. No flooding concerns at the top of my hill, but the winds tend to knock the power out, and bad roads will make the trek up the hill a bit tricky. I'm packing my sleeping bag and a change of clothes today as I head off to work. No point in going back home if the power isn't going to be working.


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