Post Op Post

Well... surgery yesterday was a little more involved than I'd anticipated. It was the real deal O.R., with the booties and the wheelchair and the the whole team. Serious anesthesia. Serious ouch.

All I can say is that if I'm given one more incision in the same area of my right chest, I'll seriously have a tic-tac-toe board of scars. I used to say that scars are just tattoos with better stories, but I'd consider a little star at my ankle an improvement.

For reasons I don't even understand myself, I'm going to work.