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.
- Tracy Kaply
- Seattle, Washington, United States
- Filled with hate, like a bitter, raging Twinkie
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7 comments:
No one is going to drill a hole into your brain, dude. You're going to be back to your ass kicking self in no time. I know it.
There's an issue with holes in the brain? Uh-oh.
If you end up with a swiss cheese brain, I'm pretty he's doing it wrong. Pretty sure.
Good luck sweetcheeks. Will be thinking about you.
Well, that should have read pretty "sure" he's doing it wrong. My being pretty has nothing to do with malpractice.
A 6-year sinus infection? How the HELL have you not been out stabbing people just for existing?
I've always felt you were a prime candidate for trepanation.
Just as long as you don't change your position on the matter of pants, we're cool.
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