Still waiting. Dum dee dum dum....ZZZZZZZZZZ.

Still waitin and waitin and waitin.

Will Tuesday get here before our lil QV (Queasy Vaquero) falls asleep in his cowpoke attire and tips right over?

As my good friend asked me today, "Would it not have been wise for some doctor somewhere to have asked to have had him seen during this long interim when he is so ill?"

"Would seem so to me," saideth me. I was watering my seedlings outside while we talked, which often makes me uncharacteristically laconic.

"His kidneys maybe could've gotten looked at during this waiting time, with those bad function scores?"

"Would seem so to me."

"His nutrition checked in case he needs supplements, with losing all that weight and still being unable to eat, and anemic, this long after the surgery?"

"WSSTM." Here I go from laconic to acronymical to emphasize the ongoing correctness of her serial observations.

"And to look into the wisdom of going this long without chemo?"

"WSSTM."

"WSSTM, too. WWHD?"she asked, the acronymical laconicity having become contagiously appropriate. (Along with my amusement at making up words like laconicity as I write this blog.)

"WWHD? WDYM?"

"I mean, what would House do?"

"ABT."

"ABT? You mean 'Anything but this'?" she asked.

"WSSTM."

"M, too," she agreed.

Doesn't it SSTY,too?