1) my dad snores
2) my dad snores loud
So, I guess I won't sleep anytime soon after all. I'll have to sit here and read until the agony of staying awake finally loses the battle with my eyelids.
What does it sound like? I'm glad you asked. It sounds a lot like he is trying to suck his adenoids through his tonsils and into either his esophagus or nose, I can't quite tell. Musically, I would describe it as the rhythmic stylings of Chewbaca, or maybe Chewbaca's Greatest Hits. Tomorrow I will get a sound recording app downloaded to my iPad so I can give you a sampling of this most wonderful musical experience.
While I'm writing, I'll periodically give you a little bit of the background as to why I'm here, putting it all together over time. In 1997, I had a truck accident that left me with a crushed vertebrae, L-1 specifically, which you can locate on your own body by putting your index finger on your sternum and pointing an imaginary line to your back; right in the middle in other words. The only way to repair the damage was to fuse the damaged bone to the somewhat healthy bone above and below. So, that left me with the fusion that I now have from T-12 through L-2. For several years, I had very few problems with this result. I more or less did whatever I wanted to do.
Hey, I'll stop there with the history. I'll fill you in on that a little at a time. I imagine that could get pretty boring pretty quick.
I'm looking forward to meeting the surgeon who will do the surgery tomorrow, Dr. Karsten Ritter-Lang. That is the last mental hurdle for me. I need to look him in the eye and make sure I don't see anything that alarms me. If he "feels" trustworthy, then it's a go
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