They're mad as hell, and they're not gonna take it anymore

My veins, that is. In my right arm. The ones that have been bombarded with poison every two weeks. They are sore and bruised all the way up my arm. They need a break. The port is that break. I scheduled surgery for Friday, September 9. If you're interested in what exactly a port (or "port-a-cath," its formal name) is, you can listen to Ray Romano give an explanation here. I personally have not listened to Ray's celebrity definition because, contrary to popular opinion, I do not love him.