Um, yeah. So, I just got my appendix removed.
I figured, Professor Nobis done got his taken out, and right about this time of year, too, I think, and, thus, after enjoying an amazing spring Sunday, a great family get-together, and an evening of deliberately not doing schoolwork, I decided to spend the next 12 hours trying to sleep through increasingly ridiculous pain until I pulled the trigger and went to the hospital.
One day later, one appendix shorter, and I'm back home.
The positives? Got to re-read The Wanderer, almost (finally) finish Pynchon's Against the Day, and listen to a lot of music. And nothing but more reading in store for the next week.
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Holy Crap Honky!
That's insane! Did you get to keep it in a jar? (What, no pictures?)
Hells yeah, get rid of that vestigial hanger-on! They just take up valuable space that could be filled by, say, the extra fat from eating two doughnuts. So treat yourself to doughnuts, boy. And cookies too while you're at it. And beer, natch.
Enjoy the cool scars too. They make for great conversation pieces.
In any case, I'm glad to hear you survived! Good times. Maybe you can get it bronzed alongside Tuffy's shoes or something...
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