Surgery is over. Typing sucks, because the surgeon numbed my hand to last about twelve hours. I have no idea why, but my hand feels like a balloon.
He said the surgery went well, which is expected. I doubt he'd tell me he hiccuped, slipped, and cut a nerve. I know I wouldn't.
I have no pain in my arm, and all my fingers wiggle as commanded. That's good; I might need to flip someone the bird.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.