Suffice to say it is MAJOR elective surgery and it will happen (I hope) three weeks from today, as long as they don't close the hospital due to a few people having minor sniffles that is. Now, this is a slightly risky procedure and therefore a wee bit scary - I might not make it back from the theatre, but the odds are an acceptable 1:1500. Hell, I've done things to myself with far worse odds of popping the old clogs than that (admittedly not for quite some time though).
Anyway - in three weeks or so, the pain ratings will reflect what is happening all over my poor aching carcass, not just the hands.
Here's a wee clue for the qualified surgeons amongst you:
Nice huh?
Now, I need to quote Bill Hicks here - Bill came up with something I have been thinking since I was about 17 years old and if I don't make it through this shit I want it as my memorial.
'You know all that money we spend on nuclear weapons and defense each year, trillions of dollars, correct? Instead -- just play with this -- if we spent that money feeding and clothing the poor of the world -- and it would pay for it many times over, not one human being excluded -- we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever in peace.'
Yep, I'm feeling vulnerable scared and emotional. Again.
Fuck.
Current Pain Rating: 0
If you want to speak odds.
ReplyDeleteChances of any of us getting out alive - nil.
Your odds of getting much older without surgery - reducing.
1:1500 sounds better - I hope.
Bill Hicks back at cha
“People ask me what I think about that woman priest thing. What, a woman priest? Women priests. Great, great. Now there's priests of both sexes I don't listen to.”
Chin up Clarkie.
Lets do this one for the Gipper.