Tomorrow, i go into the hospital for a minorly invasive back surgery, so i'm leaving things in Meg's more than capable hands (seems like she's been writing circles around me lately anyway). While a successful surgery means less bitchy, whiny mixes on the subject from yours truly, it hopefully does mean more something (like dropping all the weight i've put on since gaining my robo-zombie kidney, re-joining my various hockey leagues and re-establishing my "Soon-To-Be-Middle-Aged-Guy I'd Like To Fuck" premier status). At a minimum, here's to hoping for REALLY good meds for the recovery process.
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