My surgeon. What a jokester. I was trying to get a clue as to how long I might be laid up after my recent surgery. I have no clue about these things, because 1. I never get sick, and 2. I just don’t understand the concept of recuperation.

“But I’m supposed to start a job on Monday.”, I whined. I haven’t had a job in two years, so I was acting particularly pathetic.

Today is that very same Monday and I’m sitting at the desk at home writing blog posts.

I’ve always had very good health karma. Besides the teeth thing, but all things being relative and considering the state of my teeth DNA, I’d say my teeth karma was pretty good too. But the karma ran out last week. It’s great to have things go out with a bang. Just to let me know that hey baby, this phase is over.

Something new is about to begin.