I’m in surgery right now. See that picture above? That’s me, with some horrible object shoved up near my brain. Super!
I wasn’t worried about this surgery until, oh, about five minutes ago when I Googled “sinus surgery photos” and came across all sorts of diagrams showing how very near my eyes and precious brain the doctor would be performing his duties. Okay, well, I was nervous before, about dying, but now I’m nervous about going blind or being brain damaged. I originally wrote retarded, but if I’m one of them now, let’s try to use the proper language.
I have great faith in my doctor and I have been informed by people I know with special energy manipulating powers, that my time is not nigh and all will be well. In the long-term, I’m pretty god damn excited to have less sinus infections that never go away and headaches that last for days. I’m told that this surgery will help with all that and I’m counting on it.
So, if you’re out there reading this at about 1pm PST on Thursday November 6th, send good vibes to me and my brain and eyes and surgeon so that I come out of this okay. I can’t imagine I’ll be conscious or coherent enough to post something later today, but if I can manage a drug-induced rant in some form or fashion, you bet I’ll do it. I want to know what I will think is important enough to say when I’m trashed on anesthesia and narcotics.
Oh, and FYI, I hid those things so Janie cannot put them in my butt when I am asleep.