Earlier this Summer, early July, I caught a large piece of furniture from tipping over. It took a few months to figure it out, but I tore a tendon that afternoon.
It was a typical stupid, male move. God created men and women to balance each other. On our own men tend to do dumb things. We don't ask for directions, we never read the instructions, and we are always ourselves putting ourselves in a position where we are faced with handling something too large for us.
Came out cool though.Wednesday I had surgery on it. They made a few small incisions, shaved off a bone spur, sliced open the tendon and pulled it over two screws put in the bone.
Ouch!
So, I'm on pain killers. I'm not much for turning myself into a drooling, loopy, invalid, but it helps me to relax and therefore, heal.
So, I lie here in bed, wearing an oxycodone smile and muttering "Gribbet Snort Gaheez! Mmmmmmmm..."
It'll be better soon.:)
