1989

Tomorrow is lipoma day--my ribs are still tweaking. BH is setting things up so he can take me--and pick me up. Everything is a bit chaotic--what with people going in all directions.

The hospital called today and said they wanted to have me arrive earlier--they didn't shrink the pickup time just wanted me there earlier.

I've eaten lightly today--and have wrestled with my rib tweaks all day. I have to admit that I'm a little concerned about the surgery--given that my ribs are still sore.

Overall, I'm feeling bummed by the rib injury--and the prospect of the surgery impacting my boxing/dancing regime. Having to stop the exercise programs cold turkey--is not what I want to do. But, aches will be aches--and pains will be pains. After tomorrow, everything will be on a different track--I'll just have to go with the flow and deal with what happens as it happens.

I'm fortunate to have the help that I have--and for me to be where I happen to be. Many are certainly much more challenged than I--I am grateful for the blessings that I have. This too shall pass--and it all will come out in the end (a la Colbert).

In 24 hours (or less) all will be revealed--or it won't.