As if you haven’t guessed, the illness that smacked me down in October is still kicking my butt. I’ve done several doctor visits, concluding with the one this morning, with a surgeon. Yep, the sawbones are cutting me open, to remove my gall bladder; if that doesn’t help, another surgery will be in the offing (to deal with a hiatal hernia; practice your Google-Fu for an explanation).
Don’t worry about me, friends. I CANNOT WAIT for this to go down. I have been dealing with this for over a year, off and on. It has delivered a sh**-ton of misery to me over that time, and I am sick of being sick. Surgery can’t happen soon enough, so far as I am concerned.
I have to wait two weeks, until December 1. Until then, I’m still doing the invalid thing: lots of meds, lots of sleeping, lots of pain, and lots of not accomplishing any blasted thing. I don’t know how long the post-op convalescence will last, but hopefully not long. When I know that I’m well enough to not need the brain-scrambling meds, and I am reasonably sure that a massive attack of pain is going to interrupt my writing, ClarksonPunk will be back. Don’t lose hope, okay? We’re going to continue the fun.
I WILL BE BACK! Watch the southern skies for smoke signals coming from the deepest jungles of Appalachia!