Okay, the picture of the door is rather melodramatic given the fact that I am about to have surgery to repair something. Let's leave it at that, no need for gory details.
So I am approaching this event with a certain amount of trepidation. Probably because of the number of folks who want to tell me all about their experience with surgery. Then there are the medical professionals who like sharing their esoteric knowledge of the human body and the various treatments, procedures, tests and what-have-you that the medical professionals can perform on that human body.
Interesting perhaps from an educational viewpoint. Not so much when one is to be the subject of said things.
I did chat with a buddy of mine who underwent this procedure a while ago. The surgeon who did his procedure was the same surgeon who removed my gall bladder. Small world neh?
He told me two things and showed me another thing.
- The surgery should be no sweat, it's rare to experience problems.
- He had 8 weeks off to recover. That's what the insurance people gave him.
- He showed me his scar.
Okay, thing three I could have done without. His lower belly on the left side looks like he took an anti-tank round. A rather large divot.Yeah, I could have gone through the rest of my life without seeing that. But it is what it is.
I did like the 8 weeks off thing. Though I'm sure now the insurance folks will just give me a leather strap to bite on and hustle me back to work ASAP.
Oh well. Let's talk about time travel.
An odd thing about the way I blog is that I sometimes get wrapped around the axle as to which tense to use in my writing.
For instance, as I type this, it is a Thursday afternoon. The post won't be published until Friday morning. Many of you will read this sometime on Friday.
My surgery is on Friday. After this post is published, I am writing this from the perspective of Thursday.
Confused yet? I know I am.
By the time some of you read this post I will (hopefully) be out of surgery and well on the road to recovery. Some of you will no doubt read this while I'm under the knife. Or perhaps before I even get to the hospital.
At any rate, from my perspective, the surgery is tomorrow, from your's it's either today, or maybe yesterday or who knows when...
I have received many a kind word, pleasant thought and heartfelt prayer from a number of you, My Loyal Readers. I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate that.
Not to worry about what the weekend will hold, Juvat has three excellent posts scheduled for your entertainment, elucidation and enlightenment. History is involved, as it usually is around these parts. I've already sneaked a peek at what's in the queue and can't wait for you to be able to read them as well.
But wait you must.
Tuna may pop in with trivia, or a rant or some serious political commentary. Who knows, he comes and goes like the wind. I like the surprise factor.
As for me I am at this moment prepping for surgery. You don't want to know about it, I don't want to write about it. Suffice to say, anyone who has ever had a colonoscopy will be familiar with the process. The only difference is the need for me to swallow eight giant pills at 1900, then again at 2300.
Of course, for you, that's all water under the bridge. I haven't done it yet. But I will.
See you all on the other side of door number 2. Whatever that might mean.