The shortest, happiest post ever...

It's official!
I'm cancer free!

Thank you.

I stand corrected

They were stitches. Plain old run of the mill, nylon stitches.
No staples for this monkey.
Poop.

Booooooooooring

Yup. I'm still alive. Yee haw! The surgery went well, but now I'm bored outta my tree. I've been home since Sunday and bored since Monday. It rocks.

But I can't really complain. I always forget how heartbreaking it is inside a hospital. I was rooming with this young gal who couldn't have been more than 18. I think she was in for a miscarriage. And at one point she was on the phone trying to convince her wad of a boyfriend to come and visit. You could hear the anguish in her voice as she was speaking to him in a mix of English and Spanish. I eventually left the room cause it was just so painful to hear.

So I'm off for a couple of weeks and my main objective during this time is to not go crazy. It's gonna be harder than I thought. Hoo boy.

Maybe I'll manage to scan my staples for y'all. Buah ha ha. Staples! In my throat! Wooo!!!!

Um, yeah. Thanks for all your well wishes. Now send candy.

Under the knife...

...in two days. Woo hoo.

Soon I will be lazing around the house going mental. Can't wait.
If I'm not lying around on the sofa playing video games, I'll be staring at my STAPLES in my throat. Yeah, I'm excited.

Ah, the joys of surgery.

But at least I'll be away from Weasel Central for WEEKS! I can forget that I have a job & still mysteriously get paid. I can lie about in scandalous PJs and not worry about breaking the archaic dress code.
I won't have helper monkeys asking me the same question a billion times. I don't have to be polite to anyone (except my gal and the cats). I don't have to answer the phone or return "urgent" emails. Oh my gawd, I'm so excited I could pee!

Hopefully I'll be able to sleep. This insomnia thing is starting to get old. I'm starting to get little kid cranky.

Pray for Mojo.