The highlight of this week is that Sis finally did get her final diagnosis, and it's Not Great, but at least it's not Very Bad as we had feared. The five year survival rate for her condition is 50%.
Here's a perfect example of how fucked up my life is right now: That that counts as Very Good News. As Mr. B so succinctly put it, "I'd take a 50% survival rate right now."
That, of course, made me think of this...
"Oh, we used to dream of living in a corridor..."
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Thank God, thank goodness, thank you for your sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteHa hahahahahahahaha!!! If we can't laugh at something sometimes, we might just go crazy, eh? Thanks for posting it. BB
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you at least got 50% & not the no good, horrible, very bad news.
ReplyDeleteOff topic, but that is one of my favorite Python sketches.