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You continue to crack me up even as I am going crosseyed from trying to understand medical terms and getting panicky because I like you alive and relatively healthy. Kindly tell these fuckwit doctors to fix you. (Or perhaps you'd have better luck becoming a doctor and fixing yourself?)

I know--diagnosing yourself really shouldn't fall under the old adage of "if you want something done right, do it yourself".
I haven't figured out how I'm going to be able to perform my own brain surgery though. It's going to be really difficult to reach around that skull clamp.

After all this, I believe you are a more qualified doctor than most of the ones I know of.

"Marginally fucked" is not an option. If we can put a rover on Mars, we should goddamn well be able to fix "marginally fucked". This kind of shit makes me so angry.

I'm so sorry for everything you're going through, but, I'm so happy you're genius enough to figure out what's going on, when the so-called professionals didn't have a clue. You're a smart cookie, and I'm very glad to see you here again. I'm wishing and hoping the best for you.

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