I went in for some surgery last week.
I figured it would take me a few days but that I would be back up and running lickety split.
Does anyone even say lickety split anymore?
Must be the drugs.
Had a couple of things happen that weren’t on the original game plan.
Even talked my doctor out of a blood transfusion.Â Which may be why I find myself thinking vampire every time I look at paper white face in the mirror.
But not in a Twilight kind of way.
There areÂ things I’mÂ secretly still a little worried about.
Nothing that a whole lotta rest and a refill on my Percodan script won’t cure.
Which in the grand scope of things really makes me pretty lucky.