The downside of having kept my equilibrium through all the procedures thus far appears to be that the people to whom I report at work have completely forgotten what I told them before my first surgery in January: "I will be away during treatment." By behaving normally, I might have lulled them into a false sense of security. Today, I dropped the bomb: I'll be out of the office from June 1 to Labour Day.
Can I get a "shit"? I thought I could.
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Bwahahaha! That'll show them.
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