My brother Michael has been dominating this page lately, mostly because he's the only one doing the writing these days, and considering that he also works full time in his wood shop and drives all over the continental US selling drums and musical furniture, not to mention doing all the driving on the two-week crazy road-trips we take together, I can definitely understand why you would think he's Superman, made of steel, the Energizer Bunny, unstoppable.
Turns out he's not so unstoppable. He had a full work-up from a doctor, and it turns out he needed open-heart surgery. The surgery went well, and being Michael, he is recovering in his own (kind of peculiar) way. This is what he's got to say about it.
Recovery
I fell asleep with my glasses on last night. Don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve heard of night vision, but sleep vision? I don’t think so. They may have messed with my dream which included a guy in an ice cream bar outfit (the stamp on his single stick leg said Good Humor, though he did not look tasty to me), a dog with just two legs ( one front and one back) who didn’t even limp and an apple wearing tennis shoes and constantly running off so it couldn’t be eaten.
The dream seemed pretty normal to me since I’ve had much stranger ones but perhaps I just needed some entertainment. I’m recovering from open heart surgery though not on drugs known to have weird dreams as side effects. Perhaps I should be happy to be dreaming at all since this sort of surgery is, if nothing else, somewhat invasive. Perhaps they inadvertently left a gag toy in an artery leading to my brain.
On the other hand, if the operation is in any way related to that dream sign me up again. I can’t stop laughing.
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