Worth Noting: I hate when people rattle off details about their personal medical ailments. It's awkward, uncomfortable, and usually disgusting. I'm not a doctor, I cannot help you, except to recommend that you do not waste your breath.
I have a medical ailment. I'm going to write about it because two weeks recovery while self-employed means two weeks without income, and I'm starting to get The Fear...
THE FACTS:
I thought I had broken my tailbone. My sweet old lady diagnosed it as a Pilonidal Cyst. My primary care physician agreed. The surgeon agreed but wanted a CAT scan. After the scan we agreed to bring in a plastic surgeon.
You can wikipedia "Pilonidal Cyst" on your own.
Instead, I would recommend "Z-Plasty" which is how they're going to fix me up and is way more fascinating than the ailment itself.
I won't be able to sit for 2 weeks. Life will happen strictly standing up or lying down.
I plan to read books and will likely review them here.
I will rewatch The Wire.
I will get back to work as fast as possible.
I was warned that smoking cigarettes will impede my recovery so they are OUT but that's good
and finally this is my best opportunity in years to experiment with beard growth...
I will Survive.
Many people tried to dissuade the following of my dream with the CATASTROPHY ARGUMENT:
"But what if something DRASTIC happens, like a crazy medical emergency"
I don't know if The Dream can survive this. It feels like I will, against all odds. I like the sound of that.
Stay tuned. Or don't. You must surely have more pressing issues.
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