Neanderpundit

Not mine

I went Friday AM for an MRI, and took the MRI’s to my regular doctor. He looked at them and said “Why aren’t you screaming in pain?”

Actually, it’s because I have good drugs. Vicodin is your friend, sometimes.

I have had chronic knee trouble for some time, but I’ve also been able to deal with the pain. In fact, other than the fact that sitting for extended periods causes me some grief, i’ve been fine. Of course, I sit for hours at a time in the car, but I stop and get out whenever i can.

Anyway, the Osteopathic surgeon didn’t seem to think the prognosis was all that bad- though he did wonder how I put up with the pain- and I go in to have some torn meniscus removed from the knee on friday. He seems to think this will make a good deal of difference, and I hope he’s right. Still; no surgery is fun, but it’d be nice to have this pain gone.

Or I will come and fuck you up.

And hug your loved ones.

I’m not the easiest person in the world to get along with, but I try to be nice. It’s very easy, with a sense of sarcasm, to go through life casting aspersion on any and everyone or thing, and acting like your shit doesn’t stink, but it’s just as easy to be nice, and try to be nice enough that the people around you are enriched by your presence.

Hug your kids. Call your mom. Go look your dad in the eye, shake his hand. SOmeday you won’t be able to. Today, take the time.

Don’t wait till you’ve lost those people to wish you’d had more time. Live life now.

For your edification

1: Develop severe atheletes foot, caught from a hotel shower or someplace equally distasteful
2: Fill plastic tub with extremely hot water, and a cup of bleach, the only known cure for extensive footrot
3: Insert feet in aforementioned tub. Let the Yodeling begin!

Next week: Jungle rot, bathtubs full of bleach, and Punjabi music.