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I’ll just put it out there, the only “Doctor” I ever trusted was Dr VeeJay, (Kudos), but to all the rest, hmmm, let me spare you the stories. Lest be said, it should come as no surprise I got the call last week from the Surgeon’s office, “This is so-n-so at Surgical blah-blah-blah, calling to inform you Dr Hoo-Hoo has a detached retina (equative to the-dog-ate-my-homework?) and can’t do the surgery until boo-d-boo but thinks it’s too critical to wait that long because a-body-du-boo-boo! He recommends this neeeww surgeon (yeesh) do it because bada-bada-bing-bing! I said, “I’ll call you tomorrow!” I spend the afternoon at the river, hmmm. So the Doctor with 30 years experience can’t or doesn’t want to do it! Of course my mind went, you know, and the water flowed. The next day I got a call from the doctor; a young female five year surgical experience and actually it was quite pleasant. She spoke to me like a knowledgeable person in biology and physiology; which I am and I told her how much I appreciated that. We decided to keep the same surgical date 1/19, but her methods were different as she had learned the new way, so instead of cutting me from my bellybutton to my pelvic bone (which I was not thrilled about at all) she’s only going to make a small incision to put the camera through and another 2” incision for tools and to remove tissue. Less invasive and lower risk of infection. I actually felt better after speaking with her. Last Note: I do not want anyone else’s blood in my system and I wanted to ensure that my red blood cell count was high prior to the procedure, so I did what I thought was the sensible thing. For the last 21 days, every third day I took an amp of sustenon mixed with 1cc of Primobolan plus took 25mg anavar and 25mg winstrol each day; tabs. I feel good, fuck it, after all, I didn’t study bio-chemistry for 40 years, and practiced it, to go into this battle not strong, resilient and with a fighters attitude to win no holds barred. Maybe recoup with a month just South of Tampa Bay at my brother’s second home! Here we go! Pink Floyd songs in my head, and hopefully ten Toes-in-the-Sand!
