Remember that surgery I was supposed to have tomorrow to have my meniscus repaired that was going to be outpatient with a few weeks of recovery?
That was going to be awesome.
Instead, I get another cadaver tendon screwed in where my ACL is supposed to be and rehab/physical therapy until Christmas! It’s like I won the lottery!
Except instead of millions of dollars cash I get to be violated with a weathered baseball bat to the crooning symphony of Toby Keith putting pseudo racist lyrics to the Star Wars theme in a room full of dirty diapers collected from a colony of incontinent vegans.
Metaphorically speaking of course.
Awesome.
Published on July 19, 2012 07:06