Well, it’s day three post-surgery and things are getting better. The wrist hurt like a son of a gun at first, but it’s a dull ache now. A constant dull ache. A twenty-four hour dull ache. Can you tell I’m getting tired of the constant dull ache? This is it, though. I am now officially Jamie Sommers. I’m going Vicodin-free today (cuz it is just a dull ache, right?) as I would like to do a bit more than lay on the couch going, “Ooh, look at the pretty clouds on the celing!” all day. But seriously, I figure if I’m going back to work tomorrow, I should probably be off the hard stuff. Also, and this is just between you, me and the wall, vicodin constipates you something awful and well, need I say more? So that’s the latest from old Lefty O’Shea, fastest one-handed typist in town.

BTW – the photo with this post is true. They really do write on the limb they’re operating on. Seems like a sensible precaution to me. A nurse wrote “yes,” then the surgeon came by and put his initials by it. Just so they’re all on the same page. A few photos of the makeover are here (sorry, no gory shots – all G-rated).