Why the long silence? Well it appears that on the morning of May 28th I was rudely awaken by a Kaiser administrator, who promptly inquired as to wether I would not mind getting sliced and diced a few hours earlier. The first patient of the day seemed to have chickened out of his or her procedure at the last moment.
It now appeared that for a few hours the OR would be empty of patients and would need someone to fill its cavernous and sterile walls; someone, desperate enough to submit their temple to a few hours of controlled butchery.
I agreed, and the rest of that day was spent languishing in an induced coma. When I woke up five hours after watching an IV enter my right hand, I knew that a new, 13 inch scar would forever embellish my posterior, as previously discussed on this blog, and that the next few weeks would be less than amusing. Indeed it was, and so much so that any thought of keeping up this blog, vanished; proportional to the large amount of idle time given to me by this surgical handicap.
Regardless, I am, and continue to assume, that I am moving towards a full recovery, and look forward to returning to work at the beginning of September. Consequently, I’ll be back to blogging at such time, unless I am too busy with real work or have lost interest in keeping up ‘Dear leader”, which is always a possibility.
Welcome back.
Delighted to see you that you are posting again. I take it, despite its bitterness, the steel has been good to you. You are now a branded warrior, a blood brother wearing the Schmib of the Schlager.
Let’s just say that I am optimistic but not dead certain. Nerves are tricky business, as you know. Still plenty of pain to go around but the trend is towards betterment.
Thanks George.
I am off to France on Friday and won’t be back till September. I doubt that I’ll blog but may be the odd shot here and there.
hmm, I thought you had just become really lazy. Sorry.