As I'm sure you remember, on Monday I had my thyroid forcibly ripped from my throat and discarded in the trash like a hunk of rancid sausage. I was told the surgery was a sight to behold, as it lasted about two hours. I petered out before it started, but I think it must have ended with a hulking man-wolf perched upon the operating table holding the offending gland aloft, shouting "I have slain the beast, and it is glorious!"
The "doctor" tells me he just removed the thyroid calmly, closed up the incision, and left for another appointment. He has no imagination. And his lab coat makes him look like a pharmacist.
Since then I have been recuperating at my sister-in-laws in Indianapolis, so that no little princess hands could jab at my scar. It's been pretty boring. But since nothing else happened in the world, here's some random thoughts I had the day of surgery:
And that's all the time we have tonight, kids. Come back tomorrow when my guests will be Martin Short, Method Man, and the music stylings of the Dixie Chicks.
Good night, and sweet dreams.
Jack Grubb writes an incredible blog, Losing the Internets, which is read by at least 37 people and over 2,100 Russian SPAM bots. In his spare time he helps small companies find their marketing voice. Jack currently lives deliberately in Appalachia, Kentucky with his wife, two daughters, Jack Russell and a Lego collection beyond compare.