After the Cut

Well, obviously, I survived.

And they also cut the right, er, CORRECT leg.

I just got home, and the wife is fixing me a big breakfast to make up for the one I missed today. Not bad. Six hours from admit to home. And the Orthopod said it all went well. Damn, my speller circuit and my typer circuit are REALLY off today.

Some observations.

They make you shave your own leg. Never done that before. And they have a TINY clipper with changeable blades to use. Might need to find one for the housecall practice.

They didn't seem to take offense at the "CUT HERE" and "NOT HERE!" above the appropriate knees.

I did get concerned when the gas passer was talking about "putting you to sleep". I had to explain that "putting to sleep" means a WHOLE OTHER Thing to a Vet. He then was a bit more precise in his verbiage. I was very relieved.

Now, I get to endure enforced immobility for a while, followed by medical torture.

But on the good side I get Jello. I like Jello.

It's cute, wiggly, you can't nail it down, there's really not much to it, and it melts if you raise the heat. Kind of like Obama.

And like Jello, Obama too will pass.

Damn, I'm pretty conciliatory today. Must be the drugs.

Now that we've eaten, thenakedempress will re-ice my knee, and then go out to pick up dessert.

And what would that be?

Yup. Vicodin. Delicious, nutritious, and makes Presidential races MUCH more tolerable.

I drink rarely, so I've never been able to "drunk-blog" a debate or suchlike. But now I'll be on Vicodin.

Does anybody know of an event in the next few days that I could "loaded blog"?

Oh, another down side. I can't take a shower until Friday. I've always aspired to be a dirty old man, but I didn't mean LITERALLY. If you send flowers, I just might make them wither and die by Friday.

Well, time to hobble outside for a smoke.

Back later,

The Naked Emperor