My little procedure is over, and I’m at home, wrapped up in miles of gauze like the world’s most articulate prizefighter. Right now, the freezing, which kept me in a blissful state of physical ignorance about the fact that someone cut me open this afternoon, is rapidly deteriorating. Simply put, I’m in enough pain that my vocabulary is becoming limited to cussing, grunting, and whimpering.
I’ll tell you more about the surgery tomorrow, when I hopefully feel better. In the meantime, please enjoy this photo of Sherman.
Thanks for stopping by. Sorry I’m not much fun today.
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