Surgery Was A Success

Here's a picture taken after my deviated septum surgery. I look pretty happy, right? Maybe it's because at the time of this picture I essentially had two tampons shoved deep into my nostrils and I could only breathe from my mouth for two days. Torture. Sore throat, the driest cotton mouth you could ever imagine, and a craving for a cold beer like you wouldn't believe. I'm told that it's not the best idea to mix alcohol with vicodin (like I've never done it before), so I'm trying to be a good boy this time around. Mac Lethal said it best, though: "It's written on my medication bottle, mix some alcohol with this and that's a better way to wobble."

Either way, I'm recovering, and life is good. My family is helping me greatly with taking care of the kids. I'm not supposed to lift over ten pounds for a week, which means I certainly can't pick up my monstrous kids, let alone some heavy items at work every day. All I know is my extremely skilled Doctor (Thanks, Dr. Schuetz) pulled out the tampons and sprayed some numbing liquid and told me to take a deep breath. I hesitated a bit for fear it would hurt like hell, but he assured me it would be fine. I trusted him and it's the deepest breath I've taken since... maybe ever. It feels good. I'm on my way to breathing like a normal human being. Smelling good foods, etc. I'm very excited. I can only hope everyone else is as optimistic about life as I am at the moment.

Thanks for tuning in,

Christopher Lane Johnson