I have another scan tomorrow. Realizing it was so close, I had considered waiting to see the results before scheduling the return-to-the-living party. Then I realized that way lies madness. There will always be another scan.

So I wrote song lyrics about it. I do this to torture Mark. It should be read in a fast, cheery tone.

Schroedinger’s a Jerk

Am I going to live or die?
The scan will tell me my oh my.
Guess it’s neither that nor this
Neither hit and neither miss
Til someone checks to see.

I’ve got things to do now
Places to be
So I can’t wait and won’t, you’ll see
Cause Schroedinger, he don’t own me.

Hey kitty kitty kitty
Kitty kitty kitty kitty
Hey kitty kitty kitty
C’mon out of that box.

Am I going to rise or fall?
Don’t know yet, well damn it all.
You should tell that isotope
Don’t mess around with people’s hope.
Won’t someone check and see?

I’ve got things to do now
Places to be
Friends that I’m expecting to see
Tell Schroedinger to let me be.

Hey kitty kitty kitty
Kitty kitty kitty kitty
Hey kitty kitty kitty
Let’s burn down the box.

-Treanor Frey

(Just trying it out.)