More neck surgery tomorrow.
My last tour through radiation never quite healed and I developed a lovely little infection, which is apparently the ideal time to bring in sharp knives.
You know you have spent way too much time in the surgical wing when the admitting clerk sees you walk in the door and says: “Hey, I know you.”
Hopefully this will be a low-key affair, but who knows? Maybe something blog worthy will happen, like I’ll wake up with a belly button for an adam’s apple. Damn, the comedy I could spin out of that.