A triumphant return to the real world.

Okay, I'm not actually in the real world quite yet. I think a more precise phraseology would be to say that I’m perched on an overlook that gives me a good view of what might possibly be something that comes reasonable close to resembling reality. It’s really a quite beautiful place.

I had my Carpal Tunnel release surgery this morning: and not a day too soon. Last night, a couple of the blisters between my stubby little fingers popped and were very angry this morning. In truth, they were pretty small and insignificant, but years (or days) from now, when I am regaling a trapped audience with stories of my travails, they will be referred to as “festering wounds of the dimension and severity rarely seen outside of the tropics”.

The morning was pretty uneventful. Dozens of people asked me name and birth date. (I’m sure that they were just having difficulty believing that such a young looking and virile man could have been born in 1956. I understand their confusion.) Then a nice young RN stuck an IV in my arm. Then I fell asleep. Then I woke up and most of the swelling and all of the pain were gone.

I know I promised you dancing in the streets, but that is one of the ‘foolish’ things that the medical staff at Providence Hood River Memorial Hospital forbade me from doing. So, I’ll just do a little jig in the piano room.