well, all is well.

Thankfully my old flame was uninterested in re-igniting. Relief is sweet, like 5 cent candies from the 7/11.

My hospital trip brought back fond memories of chemo-drips and blood-request slips.

Of course, i had to wait an hour for my appointment - which gave me ample time to re-accquaint myself with familiar yet alien surroundings, take in all the old sights and sounds and smells of illness and grief -- wan smiles, weary greetings, wigs, wrinkles and bad magazines, crumbly soda crackers and no-name gingerale. Ah, the nostalgia of it all!

And I couldn't help but stare at the woman nearby, who sat crying into her crossword.

Funny to think that it's been six years.