I haven’t posted in about a month because life just ran away from me.
The results of my exploratory D&C surgery came back negative, so Jesus, I assume I won’t see you for another little while (unless The Warning happens next week).
The surgery was great. You’re in a comfy bed with warmed socks and blankets, lots of people are doting on you, and then you drift off to sleep and wake back up a second later, and someone says, “It’s all over. Rest a while, and whenever you’re ready, you can get dressed and leave.”
Note to VatiGod: If you ever feel like calling me home while on an OR table, go right ahead. Considering the many possible ways to die and my high degree of wimpiness, this has got to be one of the most pleasant.