Squeaky's having a bit of a rough time right now.
And when I say "having a bit of a rough time", I mean like Nagasaki had on August 9th, 1945. Not content to be divesting of several major players in the "internal organ wheel of fortune" surgery, there's some sort of lump/polyp/evil spirit that needs to be dislodged in a surgical manner. And the best part is that all modern medicine can tell Squeaky is "You're going to have surgery that will take an undetermined amount of time at some point in the future and be laid out for an undetermined length of time. Thanks guys. You been moonlighting at the cable company?
Anyhoo, thoughts and prayers and such would be appreciated - and if you've got a few spare shekels, drop them in Squeaky's tip jar; insurance covers a lot, but not everything...
That is all.