Been Waiting So Long

I had the dream again...

No, not that one.
The one where I wreck my wrist and the first thing I do when I wake up is panic that I've fucked it.

I saw my a surgeon today for hopefully (no journal jinxing) the last time. Being a surgeon sure seems like being an awesome job.

"I'm going to cut open your body, dick around a bit, maybe hack this bit off and stick it here with a staple. Does that sound ok? I'll only charge a few thousand dollars."

Seventeen months later.

"Hi. Wow, look at your wrist. I did a really awesome job on this. I really impress myself sometimes! That'll be a hundred dollars."

Losing your hand doesn't really hold the same significance for Lego dudes.

So I feel good. Today I went to the gym. Tomorrow I'm going to win basketball against the top team. I can move on and embrace the future. Yay!