Well, Fattie McBump will be staying with me for a while still. I went to the surgeon yesterday thinking he would cut off the fat hump on my shoulder, but all he did was poke it and say, “It’s a lipoma“. I already knew it was a lipoma; I wanted him to take it off! But he said that would take too much time and we’d have to reschedule. I thought I was being all clever and would just miss one class period for this. Our rescheduled appointment is at 9:30 in the morning on Friday, February 9. Now I’m gonna miss most, if not all, of a school day. grrrr….
One interesting thing he told me was that my Lumpy Fatterson is probably about as big as a golf ball. Ewww! I have a golf ball’s worth of fat in a lump in my shoulder. Take it out! Ahh! Take it out!
Here is the table I sat on while he poked my little Lumpkin:
Yikes – a golf ball. That’s what, three days worth of energy? (I don’t have my human to camel convesion table with me, so I’m unsure.)
Would that burn in your crazy candle thingy? It could be an alternate heat source. You could lurk around liposuction centers!
“It’s the new-and-improved Brad —- with a wick!”
I hope it doesn’t have a growth spurt over the next few weeks … the things the doctors won’t tell you … it may just keep multiplying in size every few days … soon it creeps up your neck … and then one morning it consumes your head … Awww — the howwa — !!!
(poor Porky Pig imitation)
Oh, and please don’t use the phrase “he poked my lumpkin” ever again.
Peggy – that was “LITTLE lumpkin” – poor Brad!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! EEEEEWWWWWWW!!!! That’s my BROTHER who’s little lumpkin is now being pictured clearly in the video in my mind!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!
Little Brad-y Lumpkin,
Lived in a pumpkin….
Sorry Brad … I only meant that the phrase sounded anomalous. There, now we’re back on a refined course.
I (nope, I’ll refrain myself … good girl!)