guess where we are . . .

did you guess Moffitt?  You're right!

They have stolen my sloth again to do the trial for the intercostal nerve block.  If this gives him a couple of hours of relief, they'll schedule him to come back and they'll do it again with pure alcohol instead of one of the ____caines.  It seems pure alcohol will kill the nerves evermore.  Who'd a thunk it.  But we aren't talking Wild Turkey or Stoli.  We're talking 200% proof.  Hic!

On the way over, the hungry he, was dreaming of a Five Guys hot dog and fries.  I hope he is still interested when they return him to me, because I am drooling on my keyboard thinking about a baby bacon cheese burger with lettuce, mustard, ketchup and pickles.  Burp!!!

I'll let you know how it goes when we get home this afternoon.  Fingers crossed for the sloth please!!!