I'm not sure if I'm running toward something or from something today. I do know I'm up with the chickens because I have spinal fusion surgery today at oh-bright-early. This is a surgery that I started getting clearances for last March and whose final okays arrived on Thursday.
I have so many health issues (doctors call them co-morbidities which is kind of quaint or creepy depending on whether you're the describer or the recipient of the description I suppose) that as I understand it I get to move to the head of the line in terms of when my surgery will be and I'm betting I'll get my pick of flavors of gelatin (as long as it's orange).
I've had both knees replaced, a stent in my right leg, and two stents in one of the chambers of my heart (in an attempt to make it two sizes bigger, Dr. Seuss was the surgeon on that one) but now that I'm old enough to be frightened, I am so I guess I have learned something in over seventy-one years here on the ant farm.
Whether I actually have seventy-one years of knowledge or just a year of knowledge for seventy-one years remains a topic of discussion. And I sure hope we can continue that tomorrow.
-bill kenny
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