"Your Scar Looks Good"

I hear that a bit. It's funny.

"Your scar looks good."

I never cared about the scar, but it's quite a discussion point among the surgeons, nurses, etc. I got more unsolicited consolation and reassurance about my scar than I did for the cancer. Nothing about what would happen later.

It's funny because the only people who spot the scar are fellow thyroidectomy patients. Even though my scar looks "great" any thyroidectomy patients zone in on it like a laser. From People who know me to virtual office strangers have engaged me on the subject with no preamble.

I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains


my teeth have turned the wrong shape for my mouth

I'll take your part when darkness comes

Man, Art Garfunkel's voice is almost angelic at times.

Why do we so easily lose sight of goals that would provide relief and comfort? How can we know so much about what goes on inside of each other, yet still fail to create a system of mutual benefit?

Holy Moly Frijoles. I'm on a YouTube autoplay, and somehow I'm watching Phantom of the Opera with Sara Brightman and Antonio. Fucking. Banderas?

I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!