Yup, that’ll be me, bent over with a big flexy-tube-camera snippy thing rammed up the old bunghole.
First one of you (and you know who you are, Anaamika) to start on the “old man” business is getting a set of pictures too, so shut it right now.
Oh, this is the second one of these for me, which only adds to the joy and anticipation of the happy event.
Just think - by this time tomorrow, I might, maybe be able to eat some solid food. Let’s recap: Since Friday night I have been off nuts, corn, seeds and popcorn. I fucking LIVE on popcorn, so I’m getting the shakes typing this.
What else do I live on? Aspirin. You live with these knees for just one day and tell me you wouldn’t too. I’m on day 8 w/o aspirin. Fuck.
Today, my diet consists of Welch’s White Cranberry Juice, some yellow jello and a big steamy bowl of beef broth. Envy me yet?
And when I get home from work today? Weeh-doggie, the bestest part!!! I get to start the regimen of pills, (thank Og it’s not the Co-Lyte at least) and then spend the better part of the evening speed blasting out the pipes.
Man, I tell ya, I am one lucky sonoafbitch today, eh?
I’ve joked before that those are some spectacular drugs they give you that enable you to almost enjoy that experience, so I have that going for me at least, right? And on the way home, I’ll grab some solid food but have no memory of having eaten it, because I’ll still be wasted.
Alrighty I’m done whining. Perhaps in the afternoon tomorrow, I’ll do some narcotic-induced posting, that should be fun.