The (butt) Doc didn’t really believe me when I told him I really hadn’t
suffered much pain or discomfort. He said that for the amount of
“material” he removed I should have been bed-ridden for at least a week.
I wasn’t. Only took the Oxycontin the day of surgery and after that quit
everything else. Other than some stinging when I, you know, I haven’t
had much discomfort at all.
So he has me bend over and spread ’em and he’s poking around and looking
around and he says “I don’t believe this.”
“What?” asks I.
He says “I’ve never seen a man your age have the surgery you had heal as
fast as it appears you’ve done. This is really good.”
“A man my age?”
Pause. Pause. Pause. Pause.
“Well, you don’t need to come in and see me anymore unless you have
problems with this; but I don’t think you will. It looks really good.
I’d almost like to take a picture of it and post it on my wall cause
this really is some unusual shit.” He says.
Nope. We didn’t go there.
Not gonna do it.
So, in a couple more weeks everything should be healed and working
normally and I can finally put all this behind me.
See what I did there?