...it's official, I need surgery and the guy who is gonna do it is a complete god-complex-egomaniac. The 'fellow' from Africa was very nice and has no problem with *his* bedside manner.
My finger is unstable and requires several screws, which requires knock-you-the-hell-out-surgery. I am scared to death.
It's scheduled for this Friday, the 14th. I'm told that even though it is admirable that I've quit smoking, the patch will complicate the healing process. For the sake of Christ, I'm not even finished with the first step yet and it hasn't been a month. Great. Wonderful. Stupendous. Splendid. Fantastic. Jolly Good. Excellent. Hooray.
This is the worst ever.
11 August 2009
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