No, it wasn’t the court-mandated Lobotomy (I’m still appealing that).
Nope, despite the rumors, it wasn’t a procedure to reduce my manhood to merely human proportions of length and girth.
Nope, it wasn’t an attempt to polish the black tarnish off of my heart.
Nor was it to install a sense of propriety.
Nor to install a conscience, or a sense of shame.
Not a failed attempt to replace the marbles that I have lost, Nor to sharpen my wit. Nor dull my sense of humor. Not even to tighten up all the loose screws in my head
It was laparoscopic abdominal surgery. Yes, it went well.
And yes, I am healing nicely. Pretty cool that at this point, approximately (more or less-ish), 48 hours after what was once pretty major surgery, I am walking around with only minor pain and some bruising.
I’m not ready to run a marathon yet, but I could wrassle a tiger……if it was a kitten…and maybe 4 days old. And sleepy. But actually I am pretty good for the timeframe.
Thanks to MC for making sure I was ok during the first day or so.
Again, thanks for all the well-wishes, both in comments and emails.