Well, I'm back again. A nights sleep does wonders for a person, but after three nights of a total of 10 hours, I didn't want to get up to my alarm. But I did, at 9:15 and tried to start the day.
There's some housekeeping stuff about lsat night and today that I need to get out. Mark, Jeremy, Brad and I played Chronicles until I couldn't even stay awake. I did manage to call Jason and talk to him about stuff that you'll read about on the blog of the trip (maybe). Eventually I was just too fucking tired. Anyway, I wake up and try to start the day and the first thing was to call my doctor's office and figure out what was up with surgery. Well, it turns out that I did have an appointment with the doctor . . . today . . . at 9 AM . . . and it was 9:30 when I was making this call. I'm scheduled to go under tomorrow, but at what time I don't know. They fit me in for my pre-op today ay 2:15, but that means that all of today is going to be spent getting ready for surgery.
I will use this time to share a bit about surgery that I didn't get a chance to on the last blog. Mark has pointed out that bad memories fade with time, and maybe that is the case here. Until recently I wasn't exceptionally concerned about surgery. I would happen, and I would rehab like I did last time. As you get closer and closer to the day I remember the feeling that I a having right now: I can move, walk, and even run just fine, and I going to lose all of that for the next few months. It can be a tough pill to swallow, and I feel at this point that I don't remember all of the pain that I was in, or how much it affected my life. I really doesn't do any good, persay, but I remember these feelings from before, and was surprised when they surfaced again. At least this time it will be chronicled and so when I have to replace my head I'll be able to read this and remember or something. Well, I was going to write more, but I'm running out of time before I have to get more shit done. Talk to you guys tonight. . . maybe . . . there's tons to do. Later.
There's some housekeeping stuff about lsat night and today that I need to get out. Mark, Jeremy, Brad and I played Chronicles until I couldn't even stay awake. I did manage to call Jason and talk to him about stuff that you'll read about on the blog of the trip (maybe). Eventually I was just too fucking tired. Anyway, I wake up and try to start the day and the first thing was to call my doctor's office and figure out what was up with surgery. Well, it turns out that I did have an appointment with the doctor . . . today . . . at 9 AM . . . and it was 9:30 when I was making this call. I'm scheduled to go under tomorrow, but at what time I don't know. They fit me in for my pre-op today ay 2:15, but that means that all of today is going to be spent getting ready for surgery.
I will use this time to share a bit about surgery that I didn't get a chance to on the last blog. Mark has pointed out that bad memories fade with time, and maybe that is the case here. Until recently I wasn't exceptionally concerned about surgery. I would happen, and I would rehab like I did last time. As you get closer and closer to the day I remember the feeling that I a having right now: I can move, walk, and even run just fine, and I going to lose all of that for the next few months. It can be a tough pill to swallow, and I feel at this point that I don't remember all of the pain that I was in, or how much it affected my life. I really doesn't do any good, persay, but I remember these feelings from before, and was surprised when they surfaced again. At least this time it will be chronicled and so when I have to replace my head I'll be able to read this and remember or something. Well, I was going to write more, but I'm running out of time before I have to get more shit done. Talk to you guys tonight. . . maybe . . . there's tons to do. Later.
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