The rare not-a-joke thread in spam. Had my sixth knee operation yesterday -- this pretty cool thing where they go in under ultrasound and drop an EMP on your nerves to numb the pain. It's supposed to last six months, but it didn't make it six hours. My dad was in town to help out. I'm pretty sure he thought this was gonna be the one to fix everything (I didn't really expect much), so when it was obviously not working he decided to get me hammered. I just finished drinking him under the table -- triple shot of jeremiah weed, two fingers of scotch, and half a bottle of Jameson. I started going 2-for-1 on the Jameson, because it wasn't even close to fair. Anyway I'm almost buzzed now. So there's one more operation in the works, which is stupid and not going to work, and then they'll finally cut this damn thing off so I can get on with my life. I'm gonna try and cut the corner; there's no reason to dick around with another hail mary when clearly we're on the wrong tack. If I'm lucky I could be going in for the elective amputation by the end of the summer (if I can get it done before november I'll consider it an early birthday present from uncle sam)
Anyway that's what's going on with me.
Anyway that's what's going on with me.
