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It is past noon here at Dixie´s, friends. I´m alone mylotting while Humberto and Dixie are trying to make an insurance pay arfer Humberto´s car was hit. The problem would not be too bad is it wasn´t because Humberto´s car is a Jaguar. Ans although it is not new, it as an awesome car and he will never be able to buy another one in his life. I told Dixie not to worry (she was worried that I might be hungry but I bought some nuts after my exams and know perfectly well where everything is here). I have to go to get some tickets for my knee therspy (then I won´t have to pay much) and I also have to pay for hands and feet scans that another doctor wants. Today I asked for the price of the scans and that is expensive. It seems that all I will save now by not using the heater and buying gas will be spent in exams. Today it took 2 nurses 1 hour to find a vein for my blood tests. They were about to give up saying that I did not have veins. I do have problems after the chemotherapy. I also have no fingerprints now. I could easily rob a Bank, I told the nurses who were getting nervous as the time went by. It seems that I will have to spend a lot of time in doctors and exems during December. I will have to go twice every week for therapy and then to my knee doctor. And when I have my scans, I´ll have to go to the other doctor. Friends, it is not nice to get old. Still, everyone has problems in this world. I talk to the Uber drivers and their stories are often worse than mine. My glass is half full.