(Scribe at the helm...for, well, worse).
Tuesday's chemotherapy appointment went well...nothing remarkable one way or another.
Tuesday's weigh-in, unfortunately, was remarkable. Blasted chemotherapy drug causes TL to retain water, so she didn't make weight. As a result, she will not be fighting Brock Lesnar at UFC 114. Instead, she will be fighting..............................................................with......................................................................................compression stockings!
Picture this: toe-to-groin length white nylons with an awesome hole by the ball of TL's footie. Unfortunately for TL, the stockings are not made of nylon. Oddly, they're made of chain link metal, you know, like the kind British soldiers wore in the Battle of Gettysburg. Rumor has it that a resourceful and speedy page for the British gathered all the chain link metal worn by his fallen comrades, locked it in the facility where the British make scampi-flavored Fishermen's Friends, then bequeathed it to his posterity for their future use. Now his posterity sells the chains to medical supply companies on eBay. Amazing!
Enough about the metal...let's talk about how TL looks in the stockings. I've got one word: HOT! And I mean really hot, as in "caliente," said like a bad soap actress would say it for a Telemundo audience, all while pursing her lips together like LaFawnduh did for Kip on Napoleon Dynamite.
Did I mention TL is glad she's in Boston? (Scribe: what's that supposed to mean?)
XOXO
TL
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