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I sit here a one-handed man. Well, I have both hands, but
one is encased in a puffy cast. If you read last week’s blog, you know I don’t
have a cool story behind my temporary cast-edness. If you didn’t read last week’s
blog, I assure you the reasons involve a hungry crocodile, a boatful of honor
student orphans and their service animal companions. It’s not cool and I’m no
hero. I’m just a guy who did what needed to be done.
Anyway,
so on Thursday morning I underwent a procedure to correct the damage that had
been done, whatever the cause was. Shockingly, I have a couple of thoughts on
this whole process of undergoing outpatient surgery and I will present those to
you now in bullet form:
