What I sincerely hope is a minor medical emergency has sidelined me for what I sincerely hope is a scant few days.
Don't want to gross you out with the details, but I believe I have a date with a knife -- and I sincerely hope it happens today or sometime very soon, because I'm sincerely hurting.
Meanwhile, let me leave you with this advice: Be grateful for the small things, like the ability to sit down, because you never know when they'll be taken away from you.
Genus Codeine, Species Vicodin.
I believe I'll ask for it by name.
The thing that's afflicting me is, I believe, a complication from the entirely routine surgery I was alluding to in the referred post. Either that, or it's ass-cancer.