I ask pathetically. I think if he denied my request I would have grabbed the syringe out of his sterile little hand and plunged it in myself. Fortunately for both of us, he agreed. After the second attempt, he confirms that this is a serious matter, and though the decision is solely up to me, he strongly suggests surgery as soon as possible because blah blah blah blah. I feel good.
Life is . . .
Life is funny. I want to giggle. . I'm comfortable and warm. We brought a camera with us, and were taking goofy pictures while swinging in trees and causing mischief, the way a summer day should be spent. I'm sure if there was a rainbowed wall we'd have hid behind it.