They’re going to fix my degenerative neck. I am so ready.
We’re going to start nice and early; 5:30am. My part is easy. We go to the hospital. I go to sleep. I wake up. My throat hurts. I should be snoozing in my room by noon. They’ll keep me at least one night. Judy will be right there. She has promised to be nice to me; make sure they get me lots of drugs. In fact she has promised to be nice to me for the entire time I’m in the neck brace. That’s like my birthday every day for six weeks! I wonder how many times a year I could get this done…
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