Lobotomy time

Hello!

Well I love it when I get a call from the hospital telling me that somebody else is going to call me to schedule an operation with doctor so-and-so, I keep forgetting his name it's very hard. Okay, and you are? And why are you calling me? Pretty cool! Now you get a call to remind you that somebody else is going to call you to schedule an appointment. Go figure! I guess they have to use their personnel somehow. So this call came out of the blue and reminded me of my impending chop-chop thing. I talked it over with my old doctor Friend and he told me it was a very simple procedure that would make my life easier, less infections but there was always the issue of anesthesia. I freak just hearing the word, for those who don't know when I was about five years old I had my circumcision done by my godfather who was the director of a hospital. Piece of cake right? No... I was pronounced dead, clinically dead, for about eight minutes because of the anesthesia they had used, apparently it was a bad batch. So for eight minutes my soul was wandering around doing fuck all, that's so Chuck! So you will understand why I get the heebie-jeebies regarding this operation, apparently I'm going to be put under completely and I would like to come back and not stay like last time. I got a lot of things left to do here, the book, my torrid love affair with the African lady, my kids, I just don't want to kick the bucket yet...


Take care folks...


PS I will create a postmortem post in case... Well you know, in case I R.I.P, my daughter will have full instructions of what to do.