What can I say, other than I’ll be thinking of you. You’re my bud.
I expect you to take a laptop into surgery with you, though, so you can tell us what the surgeons actually say, and we can compare it to what we came up with on that thread you started about what you don’t want to hear during surgery.
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
All the best, Wally. I hope you’re soon on your feet and back to your usual smartass self.
Wouldn’t it be frightening (for you, that is) if the Toronto dopers showed up at the hospital?
“I thought: opera, how hard can it be? Songs. Pretty girls dancing. Nice scenery. Lots of people handing over cash. Got to be better than the cut-throat world of yoghurt, I thought.” - Seldom Bucket
Wally, you know there’s gonna be no trouble… you are all heart, so they won’t have any excuses for not taking care of things.
In any case, with all the positive vibes (which as members of the church of David, we don’t actually believe in) you ought to give those docs a new record in recovery time.
I am a redhead, you see, and I do not tempt. I insist. -Cristi
Not to be the bearer of bad news, Wally, but I thought you ought to know. We’ve scheduled the long-planned invasion of Canada for while you’re in surgery. When you wake up, you’ll be an American.
Terribly sorry about that, but you know how it is.
Other than that, all the best and we’ll see you when you get out.