So Robert fixed my feed, and if you want to follow Kaply, Inc, go here and click the chicklet in the feedburner box in the sidebar.

God, this blog business is starting to feel like work.

Dudes

The feed that goes to this site has been deleted. It will go inactive in the next two weeks.

I've been working on getting the feed at the new place set up. I'm not sure if I have been successful,so please bear with me.

You Know, The Vibrating Egg That You Have In The Hole

So this is it, people. Turn your bookmarks over to www.kaplyinc.com if you would like to continue reading this drivel. The new site is up and running, and this one is going down, and I am not really being metaphorical as I plan to delete the entire thing in a week or two.

You will have to rejoin my followers group, if you'd like, since the old one wouldn't transfer.

The feed should be the same, but if it's not then let me know by email, ok? Or in the comments, I don't really care.

The important thing is that, after many years, we are moving the old pop stand. Don't make me hunt you all down.

I Am Often The Cause Of PANTS In Other People.

Well, I am not dead. This, as you might guess, comes as a significant relief.

I came out of surgery and felt godawful. I spent the night in the hospital, alternately throwing up and gushing various fluids out of my nose area. This was NOT GOOD.

In the morning, Dr Burgoyne came in, and told me he was going to take the wadding out of my sinuses, I asked if it was gonna hurt and he was all OH YEAH. And then he did, and yeah, it certainly did. It hurt like hell. And then it bled like it was being poured directly out my nose by god.

Also, I was bleeding tears out my right eye, like stigmata.

So that happened.

Then I had a bandage put under my nose to catch the constant oozing and went home. I felt VERY attractive.

I had to irrigate my sinuses twice a day, and that was exactly as much fun as it sounds. I couldn't breath through my nose for most of the week. And I couldn't talk, which is ironic and none of you should get used to it.

Then, on Thursday, my vascular surgeon let me know that my arm wasn't healing well, so no lifting for me. Which is fine, because Dr Burgoyne has put me on the No Lift list as well.
Friday it was back to Dr Burgoyne, who gleefully pulled the two splints remaining out of my nose, and as he predicted, it hurt less than the wadding, but still hurt. Then he roto routered all the goo out of my sinuses with his suction thing, and that was unpleasant as well. I then threatened to remove his Shoving Shit Up My Nose Privileges, but then I felt better so I revoked my revocation.

And today I can mostly breath through my nose, even though I am kind of tilty because of some inner ear thing and also the goofballs.

Also, I spent most of the week icing my face and now do not look like I "walked into a door".

However, I am still pretty fucking tired, as is evidenced by the fact that I slept in, took a two hour nap and am still ready to go to bed at 8PM. GOOD TIMES.

Yeah, I'm Not Fucking Doing That.

So, sinus surgery tomorrow. I am both seriously nervous and very excited.

Nervous, because, well, surgery, dudes. Excited because I've had a fucking sinus infection for some six years, and a little relief  would be mighty welcome.

My brother, Fathead, suggested the possibility that not being in pain might change my attitude, make me a kinder gentler person.

It's possible, I suppose, but my friends already freak out if I smile a lot ( they call it "creepy") and any hint of sunshine and light would probably be met with derision, disbelief and straight out screaming heebie jeebies.

Bev Kaply suggests that you none of you hold your breath for that.

Also, if you have been so kind as to send me an email over the last week or so, I hereby apologize for not getting back to you and promise to try harder if the doctor can refrain from drilling a hole in my brain tomorrow.

If he drills a hole in my brain, all bets are off.