Last time at the hospital, sitting calmly, awaiting my turn, my named to be called, for another of many pre-op exams, I grabbed a copy of The Globe and Mail laying around, and started playing this game (puzzle). Now, I love puzzles … and numbers, so much so that I that I bought a puzzle book for my surgery last go around … and I was looking for Kakuro puzzles exclusively, but was unable to find one, the store shelves were stocked almost entirely with Sudoku books. I really wasn’t interested, having played Suduko (like the rest of the planet) in the past for years now … kinda felt burnt out … so I bought a generic puzzle book, an assortment of puzzles. That day, waiting (wasting) … passing time, I found that I LOVED KenKen, even more than Kakuro, and luckily was able to find one at Indigo … for this go around. Ok, back to the waiting area … the Doctor finally called my name, just a few moments before spending almost an hour staring at the puzzle, pen patiently placed in holster, trigger finger cocked and ready as I was unable to figure out the remaining moves (this is what much of problem solving involves … staring & concentrating … your mind working away at a million miles per hour trying all the possible permutations), and it finally hit me, the answer … I sat there, unfazed, not fucking flinching, (at this point I ain’t fucking moving) franticly putting pen to paper filling in the final pieces, finishing that time-consuming, mind-draining bitch!! Hey Doc, I waited for you for so long … least you can do is wait for me for a little, lol!!