Out from under the knife

“Here big guy, take another swig of whiskey and then bite down on this stick.”

I don’t remember having to do this the time i had an operation..

“Last time you had better insurance.”

Oh, OK. Is there a phone in here?

“Yeah, but you’re in no shape to use it. I’ll get it.”

Thanks so much.

“Got it. Who do want me to call for you?”


And so it goes, well maybe not exactly. But it’s done. One knee kaput, removed, replaced. And one stick that never tasted so good.

It’s a beautiful thing.

There’s not a lot to say at this point. Actually, come to think about it, there are a couple items to report.

One, OUCH.

And two – kids, don’t try this at home.


7 thoughts on “Out from under the knife

  1. Rick wants to know if you are still going to go for second knee, and says he would have asked the nurse to call god for him and laughed out loud at your blog as I read it to him.

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