Neanderpundit

In the preop consult yesterday I was told (over and over and over again) that I needed someone to come take me home after the surgery.

I will, the Ogwife will be there, but I fully intend to make her let me drive down the Ryan in an anaesthesia induced haze.

I want to know how all those other fuckers feel for once.

As opposed to revolt- actually, my stomach has been revolting for quite some time now.

No, I think it’s trying to evert itself like a starfish gut and find a tasty morsel.

In other news, I’m now so empty that I suspect I will be able to whistle in a crosswind.