In an effort to not play the woe is me game (yes I'm still in the hospital, yes I'm going to be OK, and yes I'm a little pissed off at my brother for not calling like he said he would - I'm in the m!therfucking hospital people), I want to talk about my best friend who became a father today. He and his lovely wife had what can only be described as a ugly little yoda person (inside joke). Truth be told, the child is quite large, so I am sure his wife was happy to part ways with him. So happy birthday little man.
I should be out of the hospital tomorrow. I'm glad I didn't die or have my nose collapse, both of which my doctor told me were very real possibilities. Sometimes I wonder if, in the interest of his oath to "do no harm," he should have just kept those little bits to himself. This is the second time in two years that a staph infection has threatened my well being. Perhaps I should switch gyms...I hear that's where this guy Staph and all his little bacteria buddies like to hang out.