Just a nice, cranky night on which to update the McCoven on the state of the TK. It ain't too good. After my surgery on May 27, which didn't work out, I went steadily into a weird decline, culminating in an emergency operation on June 20 due to a perforated colon. They had to take the whole thing out, bring me in in an ambulance, worst pain I've ever been in etc. etc. During the night of the 20th/morning of the 21st I was on 8 hours' worth of painkillers each hour, with nothing really working until they cut me open and got the whole infection/whatever out.
Three days later was my first wedding anniversary. I don't think I was coherent for it.
Now I've been in the hospital since the 20th, will probably be in till at least next week and then go home and am afraid the same type of thing will happen again. There's still at least one more surgery to go but we're trying to hold off for six months on it because the healing from this one is so difficult. However if we have to do it sooner I guess we will.
It's always depressing to write these things down. But I know you guys don't mind too much or if you do you will ignore it. I'm pretty sick of medical ish right now and would just as soon be a brain in a jar. Where I can still listen to the Giants. Incongruously beating the A's 11-1. Anyway I miss all of you, I listen to the broadcast every day, but I don't usually have the brains to post anymore due to all the drugz0rs. Hopefully things will even out soon. I dream of that night in April when I went to the game and had those garlic fries. I thought I was doing sort of average then, but that's the picture of health compared to me now. To conclude I will quote our Baron: "Get back up." One step at a time, and all that. Thanks for the support as usual.