Tomorrow, I go to Penn for my second surgery.
It’s not something I’m taking lightly. In fact, I think I’m more worried about this one than the first one. I don’t know why, but I just . . . am.
There is one case before mine, so unlike the first surgery when I had to be there at 5:30 in the morning, I don’t have to be there until 11:30. Obviously, Penn has never seen me when I’m not allowed to eat for a while. It can, and mostly does, get ugly.
I’ve asked Rachel to post an update when she hears from M again. I have a couple of guest posters for the weekend, which I’m actually really excited about.
Next time you see me, I’ll look a lot like this, only the black eye will [hopefully] be on the other side of my face.