She’s alive. She’s alive.

I hope you don’t mind my changing a bit of Young Frankenstein, but I wanted to let you know what’s going on with me. The operation was painless. I was asleep and missed it. The after surgery was a bit painful, and they kept me longer than I expected, but by the time I got home, the pain was virtually gone and the sun shined very day then came BAM, WHIZ, BONK, POW and ZZZZWAP. I got sciatica on the right side of my body, and I couldn’t move without horrendous pain accompanied by hideous screaming. The animals ran to hiding places to save themselves. Every step for me was agony, and it took me forever to get to the bathroom. I had to plan my route but wasn’t too successful until today. I only screamed once and not even loud enough for the animals  to scatter. The pain is still tough to take but not enough to make me cry in agonyso I’m figuring I’m on my way to having two workable legs and a quiet walk to the bathroom. I’ll let you know how things are going.

I couldn’t sit at my computer and my laptop loses its connection so lying on the couch and writing was out of the question, but tonight I decided to use it anyway anyway so I can let you know what’s going on. I’m hoping I’ll be able to sit at the computer tomorrow and Coffee will be back for good (or bad but I’m talking time, not quality).

I figured I should warn all of you that the screaming you’re hearing is not a prehistoric beast caught in a time warp. Nope, it is I, or me if we go colloquially. Do not run. Do not be afraid.