My pal trinnit is in Boston to have his brain operated on. Again. This magical journey apparently started with Amtrak being 2 hours late getting him from Lake Effect, NY to Boston (joy).
He’s got the best possible doc at the best possible hospital, but brain surgery isn’t ever any fun. Light a candle for Pete. Man, NF2 is a bastard of a disease.
praying, lighting incense
…also keeping amygdala crossed here, seriously. Pete’s general ease and goodwill make me feel ashamed of how I handle my own personal health bugaboos sometimies.