Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Live Through This

Two years ago this week, I underwent surgery to have a tumor the size of a pinball removed from my brain.

The fact that I'm even able to type these words is nothing short of a miracle, to say nothing of the admittedly miniscule thought process necessary to pull them out of my ass in the first place.

You'll forgive me if I take this opporunity to republish the columns I wrote a year or so ago dealing with the time leading up to and immediately following my operation.

Outside my window right now, it's a beautiful day.

It's good to be alive.

Where Is My Mind? (Part 1) -- 10.12.06

Where Is My Mind? (Part 2) -- 12.26.06


Alex said...

I don't know where you are right now, but it is a gorgeous day up here in New Hampshire too. Enjoy it!

Anonymous said...

Congratulations, unlike most men who have brains the size of a pinball, you had the pinball sized object removed.

Careful about inserting and removing things from you ass, it's what got Dicky Quest in trouble.

Have a good day!

Erica Dee said...

The way you talk about your wife makes me believe in love. It also makes my heart feel good.

I'll be buying your book with my next paycheck.

Stephen said...

Nurse Rachet has nothing on Nurse Cockripper...perhaps you should pen a series of romance novels featuring the insightful Nurse 'ripper!

Well done.