Tonsillectomy

I just looked back at my posts, and it seems that every year around this time I get the bug to start blogging again. It’s less about thinking that anyone is actually reading this (thanks Rey for being the only one to read my blog!), but I really dig having this odd time capsule that contains my thoughts and stories from the past 4 years.

In about 12 hours I'll be going under the knife. No, I am not getting a nose job, I like the one I already have. I am getting my tonsils taken out and a 100,000 mile clean up in my sinuses – I had them cleaned back in 2000. I know that this elective pain I am about to put myself through, and the month long recuperation period is 100% worth it. I know that in the long run when I no longer get tonsillitis or sinus infections, I will be a happy boy.

So why can't I sleep? Why am I nervous? Why not, right?

At this time tomorrow, I'll be reduced to eating only "soft" foods for about a week, and have these tampon like plugs up my nose – oh joy!

If I were more progressive, I'd have a facebook page and my status would have some funny quip about my surgery, and if I were even more painfully hip I'd tweet something from the surgery center moments before my surgery. But alas, I am not, and this blog post will have to do. Mostly it will be something for me to read next year when I decide to start blogging again.

On a random note, I am obsessed with a song from a new band called Parachute. The song is called "She (For Liz). It kind of sounds like a Maroon 5 song, but it’s the following lyric that just makes love this song. "How can the only thing that's killing me, make me feel so alive?" No that is good writing. Go check them out.