Well, not weird; just kind of wearying. I’m going in for my hernia on Tuesday, which means that pretty much everything from Tuesday morning to probably Thursday just isn’t happening, and I’ll be a half-step behind for the rest of the week. It’s not a hospital stay sort of situation, thank God, but neither is gonna be fun. But they will fix the hernia, which is nice. Hopefully it’ll stay fixed, too, because it’s where they did the surgery for the gallbladder.
Am I worried about it? Ehh, maybe slightly. There’s always the chance for a complication. But even in the worst-case scenario I should be fine. In my fifties*, but fine.
Moe Lane
*Alas, there’s no procedure that can fix that.