So National Cut On Peter Week is over. One small hernia repaired, three Limpnas, a Squamous Cell Carcinoma and a Basel Cell removal and I'm more or less repaired.
I swear, the toughest part of the whole recovery thing is that I'm not supposed to lift anything. Ever try to have dogs and be unable to lift? Or buy groceries? Or cook? Bah. The second toughest is that the Vicoden for the pain constipates the old guy and that's no fun when one's belly has been cut open.
Oh well, the Vicoden has gone into the emergency medication drawer and I'm back on my extra strength Tylenol. Let's not talk abot the extra strength joy of plunging a tilet with said cut up belly.
So I look like the third place contestent of the Razor Fight At The Blue Moon Lounge. Meanwhile the folks at the skin cancer surgeon's office are of two minds about me. Seein' as how these procedures are long, drawn out things involving a whole lot of waiting around they ave snacks there, for free. They don't telly anyone about them, though, unless they're asked. Well, I'm the guy who tells everyone the Secret of the cookies, crackers and soups. So now they're having to buy extra stuff. Everyone but the accountant is happy about me saving them the hassle of hungry patients.