Damn, sorry this page has taken forever to finish. Truth is, I've been pretty sick for a while. Either I had pneumonia or some other kind of lung infection. Doc is still a bit unsure. Anyway, the meds I got pretty much kicked the thing in the ass (more or less, but at least for now), and later this month I'll go back and see if the doctor has any other ideas or has found any other problems. Right now, I think I'm at about 75-80%, a vast improvement from where I was last week. Hopefully the next few pages can be finished in a more reasonable amount of time, and we can bid adieu to Ray Coney.
Speaking of meds, no, Ray is not magically cured of needing them. I'd imagine Ray will need certain meds for life, given the extent of his injuries. These ones that he's throwing away are either empties, old or outdated, or they're meds Dr. Woofly has taken him off of or told him to stop taking.