Thursday, 9/30 - Shark constructed of "gummy"

I suppose I know a little bit about how it feels to live in Florida.

They tell you that a wildly destructive hurricane is headed your way, but they don't know exactly where it will hit. It could swerve to the north or south, missing you completely. It could skirt by a 100 miles away causing your garage to lose some shingles and your plastic pink flamingo to go missing. Or it could plow right into you and destroy everything you've known and loved in your life.

The only thing you know is WHEN it's due to hit. How to prepare is anybody's guess.

Tomorrow morning we're going to meet with Dr. Hurricane. The predicted path is about 100 miles to the north. A complete miss is possible. I'm dreading the direct hit.

There's really no way to prepare for tomorrow. Since so little is known about Sertoli, and I have no idea what my condition is. That's not a good starting point for a research project.

Mind you, I'm going tomorrow with an open mind and a list of questions that I expect to be answered. Nothing has to be decided tomorrow.

I'm spending most of today trying not to dwell on it. If I let myself run with it, I could come up with a million different things the doctor will say tomorrow. Maybe none of them would be true. It's pointless to play that game.

Come'on you witch doctor, sprinkle some leeches on me and let me get on with my life.

I'm Eric Chesna and I approved this message.

The Rare and Dangerous Gummy Shark.