This resonates with me a lot right now. Life since 2008 took a dramatic turn for me after my kidney transplant. So I had a MRI scan, which sadly doesn’t look for cats. Since then I’ve mostly been alright but in recent months I’ve had a reason to be worried about it, the transplanted kidney has been on the wane but at one point recovered, then another hiccup with the blood results. Today I go back to see the specialist.

Do I get to live or will things go fuckety plop? I’m hoping the former.

I too let work dominate my head too much and recently it’s started to annoy me, the people that occupy that space are either normal humans or absolute pricks with a passion for being pricks.

Sometimes I do wonder, why the… why?