The surgery is on Monday.
My back keeps feeling better, incrementally, and I keep thinking that it's too late to cancel the surgery, especially when SWHTL thinks I'm lying to myself about feeling better - but I really hate the idea of getting unnecessary surgery just because I went along with it. Sigh. I mean, I still ain't right, and I really, really, would like to resolve this so I stop having multi-month episodes of back pain.... Problem is, there's a little voice in my head that keeps saying, "Hoss, you're just getting old. Get used to it..."
(On other subjects: Just to satisfy your prurient interests in the gory details of other people’s lives... it’s been 4 years, almost 5, since the Little Lost Lamb grabbed my life and shook it like a maraca. Sadly, there’s no great denouement. At this point, we’re still playing games with “hey, aren’t we mature family members” versus “too much! step back! breathing room!” It breaks my heart but what can I do?)
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