Monday, July 21, 2003


I go into surgery on Wednesday. On one level, I'm actually looking forward to it. It's like having an annoying roommate who causes nothing but trouble, and then having him move out.

On another level, my stomach is already getting queasy. I'm less nervous about the actual surgery than I am about the waiting time beforehand, that I might throw up or something in the prep room. That would be tacky.

Maybe that's why they give people tablecloths.

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