January 24, 2009
Act Like Nothing's Wrogn.
My surgery was successful, and the doctor is filled with optimism about my recovery.
I will regain my skills as a Foosball master.
I could be back on the bike in as little as two weeks.
I'll be able to draw, paint, sculpt, and do all of that other artistic shit that I do again, soon.
I'll be able to drive in a matter of days.
I'll bet I can even sling a pint or two hundred at my place of employment starting next Wednesday.
I haven't seen my hand or arm in over a week.
I will have a narsty scar.
Thus far, modern medicine gets a wincing two thumbs up from me.