Sigh. Tomorrow morning I’m gonna be knocked out cold. And while I’m out, some dude is gonna take out a knife and put it to the bottom of my foot. Thankfully I trust the dude with the knife. He’s a trained professional. That’s why we’re not going to try it at home.
I hate stuff like this. I hated getting my wisdom teeth taken out. Thankfully that’s the most involved surgery I’ve ever had done to me (besides breaking three arms…but that’s another story — hint: it wasn’t all at once). Tomorrow shouldn’t be any worse than that.
It’s really silly. There’s this persistent wart on the ball of my right foot. It bothers me some, but not a lot. It’s been treated 4 times and it keeps on growing. So tomorrow we’re resorting to cutting the sucker out.
I’ll be on crutches for a week.
So my weekly forecast now includes a couch, sleep, recouping, resting, my wi-fi laptop, and remote controls to TV, DVD, DVR, and FM.
All of a sudden I feel better. Fancy that.