my mom is having surgery on tuesday. she's having her stomach stapled.

please don't email me telling me how brave she is and how she's taking control of her life and how you envy her.

don't email me telling me what a health risk being fat is, either. (she is, you know. fat, that is. so am i.) i know more on the subject than you do, and while i could just cite you studies until you got bored and went away, i'm a little stressed on the subject of her having surgery and i'd more likely just use you for a bit of stress relief, and we don't want that, do we? so messy...

i'd feel better about this if my dad hadn't spent the last two months of 2000 in a coma after surgery.

i don't trust surgery right now. and i don't see any reason why i should.