Tuesday, May 13

Dear Appendicitis.

I am happy that you are out of my life. We didn't really get along anyway. You were nothing but trouble. I had a gutfeeling it would end this way sooner or later.  It should have been sooner.  That is my only regret. I don't know where you are now but gone. Maybe you are disintegrating in the cesspool where the rest of the garbage is dumped. Maybe a fish or rat could consider you suitable as nutrition, but I seriously doubt that. My life is so much better without you.  I wish you nothing. I feel free. We will never meet again. Goodbye.

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