So I also got glutenated at work today, because apparently our kitchen is staffed by IDIOTS who cannot tell the difference between Gluten Free dressing and FUCKING SOY SAUCE, which means that tomorrow I will be in horrible pain all day (on top of the wretched backache I've had for the past weekish) and the day AFTER that I will be a tearful wreck. Which hey, that's the day of the big appointment of plans for dealing with The Situation.
About the best bright side I can find is that maybe when the damn dog's eye falls out like a rotten grape and I find out I have cancer I'll ALREADY be crying and having a totally shit day, so you know, NOTHING TO LOSE.*
* Yes, I know. Most lumps are benign. Maternal death by breast cancer does not guarantee that this is bad news. I'd be significantly more sanguine about the entire thing if it was someone ELSE'S tits.