posted on Sep, 7 2018 @ 05:35 AM
Well, looks like this is it. There's a bag of amioderone hanging over me and an oxygen line hooked up and ready to go. I tested out the oxygen... not
terrible. My nurses are sitting by the phone waiting on the call that they're coming for me.
I'm nervous... not gonna lie about it. I'm giving up full control of myself and I have no idea how I will react when I wake and try to take that
control back. I'm the guy who never sees a doctor... never needs a doctor... refuses to get sick... I think that's worrying me more than anything.
Nothing I can do about the surgery; I'll be out like a light. Afterasward lies the potential problem.
But as I lay here trying to visualize the potential horrors my mind seems bent on creating for my amusement, I have one calming thought: a great big
group of intelligent people who have my back in spirit. That means an awful lot, and I thank each and every one of you. We might fight over politics,
but when it comes down to brass tacks... we are all brothers and sisters.
I'll let everyone know when I get out and situated. All I need to do is get over this one hump, and I'll be back to the fiery, passionate, and
tenacious redneck you all know.
Here we go...!