This is my personified conception of the rogue rascal running around in my brain causing God knows what kind of havoc wreaking destruction on all. He's a mischievous little rapscallion with no good on his mutated mind and malevolent shenanigans up his sleeves. Oh and I officially hate him. So unfortunately today's the day that I solidified the date for my next brain surgery confrontation. Next Wednesday, August 5 is D-day part II: the return of the scalpel. I'll be getting this, the next in the series of my lobotomies, at Johns-Hopkins Bayview. For a hospital, it's pretty nice i guess...for a hospital. Wish me luck, send me happy thoughts, pray for me, dance around a fire or whatever you do in lieu of physically efficacious actions, but do it for me. I'd also really appreciate anyone's phone calls or happy-themed emails as well. This can get rather lonely.
By the way, I hate hospitals. I don't like being confined to cold hard beds, I guess. Being confined to a cold, hard bed isn't exactly my idea of a hot date, and the feeling of waking up after being throughly gassed and knocked out cold for five hours is just about the worst thing I can think of. So really, It'd be great to hear from you guys during all this.
Well, here I go...
When are you headed to the hospital? I'll definitely send a happy themed email your way. you're in my thoughts, Dave, and I hope it all goes well!
ReplyDeleteHi Dave,
ReplyDeleteKevin says hey (he doesn't have internet access right now), and you are in both our prayers. I wish you the speediest recovery possible! ~ Sharon (and Kevin)
carrie
ReplyDeletei'll be heading down to baltimore monday night, then i'll have my pre-op mri tuesday morning, then surgery on wed. i won't know what time it'll happen exactly until tuesday though. just send me happy emails all the time. thanks for your support!