Monday, November 17, 2008

Ganglion block is tomorrow at 7am. I don't want to go, I don't want to get a needle in the neck...I don't want to take this last bet yet.

And that's exactly what this is. This is the last chance for any sort of pain relief, recovery, the whole shebang.

All riding on tomorrow.

For someone that's had every potential possibility not do squat, who has negative results with anestetic, I'm more than a little freaked.

*sips a rye and coke*

Thankfully, a liberal application of...nummy drink goodness is calming me down. Yeah, 'calming', thats it. :oP

Hey, I figure if they kill me off tomorrow, at least I'll have had a good night before, right?

And yeah, its unlikely they'll kill me. Whole boatload of stuff that COULD go wrong, and dying is on the list, but thats a bit more unlikely than ending up with right sided paralysis.

Woo.

I need more rye, and to quit trying to look at the positive side of life