today was one of those days where i'm all out of tears. just one gut punch after another. one of those days where i'll be drinking whiskey tonight, apologizing to my 8 year-old self, knowing damn well he was right. death was the obvious choice to make. it could have saved me from all of this shit.
so, my mother had an appointment today at the dermatologist. she has this spot above her lip that her cardiologist told her to get it checked out. as soon as the doctor walked in, she bluntly said, yeah, that's cancer. they numbed my mother up and took a sample off to get the pathology of it. once they have that, she will be recommended to the specialists 30 minutes away for them to remove it. there is about an inch or so of her lip that will be removed. the dermatologist said hopefully they get all of it and can give her a patch job that gives her lip integrity. mom has had this spot for about 6 or 7 years. i can't be the asshole today and scream why the fuck did you wait so long. she already feels bad enough.
so, after that, we had to go get her new glasses. hopefully, they will help her see better. both the glasses and sunglasses look good on her.
after that, i took her to Burger King to get her frozen Coke and it was straight back home.
when we walked into the office, Manchester United was up 1-0. CR7 yet again. as we were walking out, i noticed United was down to 10 men because of a straight red card to one of their defenders. and then sometime before i pulled into the garage at home, Young Boys had tied the game at 1. i went in and found the game on television, just in time to watch Jesse Lingard make a disastrous back pass that went straight to the American on Young Boys, who calmly slotted it in the goal in the dying seconds of the game. so, United lost 2-1 to a team they shouldn't ever be losing to. now, it's not the end of the world, but it also means they have no room for error in the rest of the group stage games in the Champions League.
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