That's what I'll look like when I'm an old man yelling at kids to get off my lawn.
Long, strange dreams last night amid some actual sleep. I was touring Australia, Land of the Slow, with James Gurney and a documentary film maker. We all had room temperature IQs in my dream.
Still not nearly on balance here. Post-op recovery has been intensely complicated by a very slow, very rough GI restart. So slow and rough that we almost went into the Emergency Room yesterday afternoon.
That distress is overwhelming other issues such as actual post-op pain, and significantly retarding my progress.
There was some advancement last night, thanks to Heroic Measures, but I still feel pretty damned awful. We shall see what the day brings. Once I can think straight and bck off a bit the pain pills, I'll catch up to both surgery blogging and New Zealand/Australia blogging.