By the Time I Get to Editing This Post, I Hope to be In Recovery Mode, Higher Than a Kite, and Ready to Heal. Fingers Crossed It Goes Well

Well, Hendrick, Henry's brother, came back with a bigger bicep and much stronger punch. As much as I've tried to fight him, he ended up winning (as I haven't been able to run since January). I did cross country ski, maintained a hiking/walking ritual, but running and lifting weights became impossible. Day to day routines became painful.

Well, we're back in surgery this morning. 

Report time is 6 a.m. and I should be home, drugged up, and in front of the t.v. for a 6-week recovery time. Well, 2-weeks before I can walk and another 4 before I can return to my normal self...Right now, however, my intestines want to be outside of my body, ripping tissues, bulging, and singing "I want to be free" from Queen (don't ask me where I pulled that song from)...

...although I've been told I am likely to have a life of these things because my membranes are so thin...

I spent most of Sunday prepping the house for the recovery, and I know that Karal's likely to be a wee bit of a pain (if you see a dog in glasses wearing intestines on I-95, that will be her).

I'm thankful for teachers who have dropped off food for the week so I don't starve...although I'm sort of hoping a loss of appetite would be great for a few weeks. I want to get back to the gym and the streets, and hope those days will return.

They will. I have faith.

I'm thankful to Edem who is dropping me off and Kaitlyn who is picking me up. I am also glad that Chitunga plans to move back home for a few days (which Karal will love).

Okay, friends...Kaitlyn says she will video tape me post surgery to embarrass me on Facebook. Perhaps the seedier videos will be there.

I'm off to be cut open...here I go in 3...2...1.

Shoes and elephants.