I’ll have more of an update for you later, because I’m still a little sore and sitting up like this is not very comfortable.
But it went great.
When I was under, I dreamed that John Prine would not write a song about me and boy was I pissed at him when I came out of surgery. Worse yet, none of my medical team seemed to know who John Prine was, so as I was bitching about his lack of cooperation, they must have thought I was crazy.
Anyway, some folks have their stories.
I’ll fill you in on the truth later.