What? You don't know what that is? Its a piece of me that no longer exists. Don't get too impressed - its just a thyroid. Why am I showing you this? Just because I can.

I was driving home last night and had my arm slung over the back of the passenger seat of my truck. I discovered a huge envelope back there. I vaguely remember putting it back there several years ago. It contains pictures of this, that and some other body parts. I don't remember having some of those parts photographed, to be honest, and that's a bit worrisome. However, a person doesn't look nearly as chunky with their skin off. The envelope is filled with X-Rays and sonograms and all sorts of similar nonsense. What should I do with it? It seems wrong to just toss it in the trash.

The envelope ended up in the back of the truck one day when I had taken it to a specialist who was going to determine why I had the best darn disease ever. I would eat and eat and eat and then throw up and I was really skinny. Except for the random vomiting, it was all good! Then they found out it was my thyroid and they killed that sucker dead.

But what do you do with all these lovely diagnostic photos? It somehow seems wrong to throw them away. Last week, while looking for something in the dark recesses of a closet, I found yet another envelope. This one contains more photos. Lovely cat scan renderings of Jackson's guts - most of which no longer exist. He's a bit cancer prone and accident prone and occasionally just prone. There ought to be some use for these tumor portraits. But what?

I am entertaining suggestions. I will be gone this week, so discuss amongst yourselves.