Jeez.

I don't know what went wrong during the surgical procedure yesterday, but something did. There was anxious muttering and a flurry of activity. There was pushing, pushing, pushing on my neck and chest. Then I was out.

Today I can barely move my head, I have an "extra" incision, and an unusual amount of swelling.

On the up side: They played Ozomatli's first album during my surgery.

Looks like I'll be staying home. Again. Oh well. I'll let you know if I see any particularly entertaining daytime television.