This is it – tomorrow's my Achilles tendon surgery, and afterward I begin the long, drawn-out road to recovery and being able to walk/skip/run again with my kids. I'm actually looking forward to it, for that reason. My only concern is the silly one that I have used to title this post – I'd rather my surgeon didn't go cuttin' where he's not supposed to!
So anyway, since they're putting me all the way under tomorrow (along with a local for the more severe pain when I awake) I'm assuming tomorrow and the next day are a complete wash. If I actually come out of a daze enough to get around, I'm probably not going to be in any kind of mental state for writing anything. We'll see how I'm doing by the weekend, but don't be surprised if I just spend some time to recover and come back at you on Monday of next week.
