Pressed The Button
The good news is it isn't kidney stones, the bad news is it's gallstones and the gall bladder needs to come out. Evidently this is a walk in, get it done, go home and rest for a couple of days procedure. I also have a hiatal hernia, but I've known about it for thirty years now and they are going to have to talk long and hard before I let them break skin over it.
So this has you all excited or what?
Actually, once I realized it was a walk in, walk out kind of a deal and it might get rid of the soreness that got me interested in the first place, well, I've been thinking this isn't so bad. Not good to let them cut, there are things that can happen, but better a small incision and a couple of hours in the recovery room than other stuff I can imagine.
The days seem long somehow since they seem to go at eight hundred miles an hour, but the hours are just the usual no overtime hours. They laid out the sanitized version of the business plan the other day and the bottom line was keep up your skills and find another job. In the company, yes, but really, since our office here in Oakland is probably history, find another job where you're able. Which is OK. Nothing we haven't believed now for years.
The Nikon I've been looking for is in stock at B&H. The price is ridiculous, but I'm thinking of ordering one tomorrow. Those arguments I'm so easily able to assemble against buying a car? I can conjure them with a whistle. I'm less good at arguing against cameras, much less good, verging on addicted less good. So less good I just added it to the cart and pressed the button.