Them's my choices, folks.
Okay, I lied about the pig. That one wasn't offered. And the preponderance of guilt lies with the clicker.
Click click click.
And while it's clicking away, let me just run and get my protime numbers tested for all that Coumadin I'll have to take for the rest of my life.
Not an appealing option.
Speaking of unappealing options, how about that traditional surgery whereby the doc rips my sternum down the middle?
Yep, that's the recommendation.
Methinks it's time to entertain serious alternatives. I mean, they exist. Why can't I have them??
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