Junior and Bobby Bacala are back at the doctor's office. Junior compliments the tribal photos Dr. Kennedy has on his wall, and suggests that he submit them to National Geographic. I actually know a National Geographic bush photographer, and Sam McMurray wouldn't last thirty seconds out there, even with a pack of C.H.U.D. to help him out. Doc Kennedy has some bad news: it's possible that the surgery wasn't entirely successful, as some the cells are now showing signs of "nodal involvement." Junior replies with what this episode's title really should be: "Don't blame yourself." Bobby Bacala asks what I thought was a very intelligent and pertinent question about when Junior can go back on solid foods, but Doc Kennedy just wants to schedule another surgery. He hands Junior a consent form. "If you say sign, I sign," Junior tells him. "You tell me to take a dump on the deck of the Queen Mary, and an hour later they're hosing it down with disinfectant." It took me a few minutes to process that and figure out if it made sense or not, but that may just be because the mental image is too scary to even consider. Cut to the car, where Junior berates Bacala for asking stupid questions. Apparently, the special "Seniors" issue of US News & World Report suggests bringing a friend to the doctor's office to ask questions. Incidentally, US News also reports that "Each snarky [MBTV] recap is fraught with righteous indignation…[and] cruel nicknames," so you know they're a reliable source.

At the grocery store, Angie Bonpensiero is shopping when she spots Carmela at the meat counter. First off, I guess this means no more free meat. Secondly, I guess it also means no more free recaps without having to spell "Bonpensiero." After they hug, Angie reports that she's shopping across town because of a dog-food sale, and "every penny counts." Carmela asks how she's doing without Pussy, and Angie seems to be getting by okay. For the moment, I am too. Wow, I REALLY can't believe I just used that joke. Carmela invites her over for dinner, saying "maybe we'll get lucky and Tony won't show," but Angie breaks down and starts babbling about her dog, Coco. The dog is "all [she has] left of Pussy," and as both linguists and zoologists ponder the paradoxes inherent in that particular sentence, Angie takes the opportunity to mention that she needs $1,200 for the vet. I know better now, but I actually felt kind of sorry for her here.