Day Zero

With trembling trepidation, the temporary torpedoed tool travelled to the (ran out of words starting with T)doctors.

Bart went to hospital today. I think he misses me. All those rogues brushing him. Ripping out his innerds to study the pain. Doing transplants in dusty environments. Surrounded by victims in various conditions. Without antiseptics, i wonder if infections might set in.

Anyway, the assessor (herein called the Bloodsucker) will come only on monday or tuesday to decide how much to fork out. Insurance agents suck.

So the road to recovery is long. At least seven working days for the stitches to set in and be removed, to be sure that the transplanted organs do not get rejected by the parent.

Well i shall update frequently on this painful journey of recovery. Hopefully, Bart will be back to normal in a while...

sigh..