Good News? WTF is THAT?

Yesterday my doctor told me that there were no malignancies in my brain.

Really?

After 4 MRIs, 1 butch haircut, 12 shaved spots, 1 brain surgery, 2 nights in the hospital, shitloads of medical bills, 15 pounds of weight gained from post-op medications, and waaaaaaaaay too much sleep lost.....

you're really telling me that I'm fine now?
And I don't need any sort of further treatment?

I feel like someone is gonna jump out and say JUST KIDDING! GOTCHA!

I guess I'm supposed to feeling nothing but gratefulness. The past 6 weeks have left me emotional spent.

Done.
Tired.
Annoyed.
Ugly.
Cranky.

Yes, I'm happy that I'm not dying. Obviously. But I'm still recovering from the craziness of it all....

On top of everything, our poor car is suffering from it's own brain tumor. It's broken. Poor Tuli was up until 1am last night almost getting it fixed. Almost. It was soooo close, only to have one little part not work. Boo.

To The Car God In The Sky:
Please let him fix it tonight.
Not only for transportation reasons, but for Tuli's emotional well-being.

At least the Toilet God answered our prayers. No more crap on the bathroom floor or in the bathtub. No more baby falling in toilet water. No more swearing Shannon. (Well, OK...no more swearing at the toilet at least...) No more having to tell visitors "not to flush if they pee." Praise the Toilet God!