July seems to be healthcare month; all four family members in some way, shape or form contributing to the healthcare economy. For me, it is shoulder surgery on a full tear rotator cuff. Owee.
As you can see, I am in my best go-to-the-outpatient-facility threads in preparation for surgery. My bride thinks I look like an indigent homeless guy (no disrespect to indigent homeless guys). That probably gives you a clue how she sees me the rest of the year.
The real story behind my injury is far less interesting than what it could have been. In fact, I asked my doctor when he sewed me up, could he make it look like a bullet wound so I could add some cred for my peeps. He suggested, “How about a vicious knife wound instead”. I love this guy.
All is well, surgery completed, and I can look forward to months of therapy with Nurse Ratched whenever that begins. Fortunately for me I have Saint Karen to attend to me at home. I think we all knew she had her dance card punched for heaven, but this probably locks her in.