Put on a Show

​Well I’m up. It’s 4:02 in the morning and I would be getting up at five anyway to head to Savannah. The doctor changed my surgery schedule to today instead of yesterday as planned. So instead of spending a few days with friends and family, I simply came back home. This is supposed to be a day surgery so I assume after a few hours in recovery I’ll be shipped back to the house. A fun filled 125+ mile drive mostly on a two lane country road.

I’m not nervous or really anxious, I guess I’m more impatient than anything else. Simply ready to get this whole thing over with and done. I wish I could dole out some shining pearls of wisdom before I go. But all I can really say is that I’m fine. I’ve gathered all the information I could on the procedure, both pro and con. The doctor seems confident, almost a little cocky if I may say. But he’s a kid so I’d rather see that then see his hands shaking.

To all y’all that are worried shitless, take a breath. Say your prays and burn your letters, whatever gets you through. Over the past 40+ years I haven’t had the luxury of being allowed to worried or be nervous. I’m usually in the middle of the conflict trying to steer the damn ship. Making sure everyone else is alright. I know, I’m stoic to a fault, doing what I has to do to keep this boat afloat. Anyway, give me a little time to recover. Hopefully I won’t have to put out anymore fires this weekend. So y’all take care, I’m about ready to get dressed and put on a show.