Day 1- The aftermath begins

OK, technically this is day 2. unless you consider surgery day 0. Which is a terribly Mayan thing to do. So I will. And considering it was a lost day, with little to show for it except an iced coffee, 2 milkshakes and 2 hours of surgery, we're going to stick with the original nomenclature and call this day 1. Oh and like 5 percocet. Damn do I love percocet.

Well, I'm disoriented, bored of daytime TV and I look not unlike a monkey. And it's been like 26 hours. That doesn't bode well, does it? And in addition to the standard pain I expect I now have a non-trivial headache. I blame the lack of smokes! Fucking cigarettes. Once again I'm reminded of how insidious the damn things are. All the shit I have to feel now, and they plug me with a nicotine withdrawal, as a final middle finger to my otherwise glorious day! fuckers. How glorious you ask? Oh so fucking glorious. I've had a banana and peanut butter shake. and water. and I'm considering how fantastic a bowl of tomato soup will be. In all seriousness- I really like tomato soup. The canned kind. It's the only way to fly. If all goes well, I plan to end the day with mashed potatoes. It's a culinary wonder here in east county.

On the bright side, i have no laptop. no work cell. my entire company could have burned to the ground today and I'd never know the difference. Although in fairness that would be like 20 different offices around the globe burning on the same say. Perhaps that's too fortunate to hope for.

Non-sequiter: An earthquake? In Illinois? Are you kidding me? I've heard of trying to emulate a better place, but that's a bit over to top, don't you think?

So, lessons learned so far? First off, remember that the obvious thing isn't always the most important. I had a large swath of my mouth cut into, drilled and sewed up. But after all is said and done, it's the one inch hole in my hip that they harvested bone from that is the REAL bastard in this story. Seriously... ouch. That fucking hurts. I can't bend over. I can't get up and down from a seated position without wincing. I'm walking around with my gramma's left over cane. It's really remarkable. Lesson two - never underestimate the power of a cane. Lesson 3- in a competition between a 22 inning baseball game and narcotic painkillers, the narcotics will win every time. OK, that's all for now. I'm going to try posting 2 pic's here. One of monkey tim, and one showing the star of our adventure, my mouth...