Saving face.
My bachelor holiday was rudely interrupted by surgery this morning, the excision of the sneaky little melanoma that decided to set up shop on my left cheek.
Quite a bit more cutting and sewing than normal. 81 stitches by the time my dermo was finished. The chicks are gonna dig this scar, let me tell you.
I had all these big plans to come home and crank out some words, because I’m a hard nut. Or maybe just a nut.
But I took a few pain killers and fell asleep instead.
Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
Last time I had a high dosage of pain killers I fell asleep in front of the TV eating ice cream. I remember vaguely one of my housemates (before I slept) asking me what I was watching. The best my brain could provide was "TV".
Far out, with 81 stitches you totally deserved a pain killer and a lie down