I know that defeat is a great master. But I don't want to learn anything today.(from Paulo Coelho)
Did I say "tradition"? I meant surgery. Today.
Light your candles. Do the naked healing dance. Think of me at 10:00.
On one hand, I am sure everything will be fine. On the other...I am really not looking forward to this experience.
I'll keep you posted.
UPDATE: I am home. Just took some big whoppin' pain meds and I hope they kick in before the local wears off. Other than the fact that I am minus some teeth and a lot of money and that my eyelid is numb, all is well. Thanks for all your good wishes.
Love you. Mean it.