Tomorrow is "Cut Me Open" Wednesday

I'm nervous. They're doing it arthro-style, and depending upon what they see in there (torn stuff, arthritis, squirrels, whatever), I'll leave with two Band-Aids, a knee brace, and some crutches. They're going to put me under, too, which is also scary, because if I get a dude that's had too much coffee or is just weird in general, I could come out with permanent drool. I'm also home-bound for a week. Yeah, I'll be going crazy. You know I'm going to be one of those people who starts buying their clothes and shit off the QVC, because that's what shut-in folk DO. I'm sure I don't have enough cubic zirconia or caftans. Or ab squeezers. Or makeup made out of talcum powder. Or blue topaz. Or multipurpose blenders shaped like bullets.

On the upside: PERCOSETS. YAY!