So the surgery is taking place Thursday, June 7th, or 364 days after I first hurt this bad boy, or one day before my birthday.
The good news is that I will be on some very excellent drugs for my birthday. Nothing I wanted more this year than to be high as a kite! Well, perhaps that this would have gotten better months ago like it should have, but I digress.
Mom, who I’d managed to hold off from coming so far, has taken over dad’s traditional role of Helpful but Overreacting Parent, and is coming out for the surgery.
It will likely take me until she gets here to get this place clean enough to prevent her from having a heart attack at the sight of it on arrival. And she’ll still say “God, this place is filthy!” no matter how long I spend cleaning it.