I am scared.
No, I am not of my new black neighbors. (just kidding they are Mexican)
Nor am I scared that I paid too much money for car insurance.
I am terrified of getting this Inter-scalene Block tomorrow.
Yup, that’s right, it’s surgery time for Fat Jewish Guy.
After the last time, I thought I would never get back on the table, but like the true trooper that I am I want to get myself fixed.
So, at 545am, I am going in for surgery.
(please do not rob my house while I am gone)
I should be home by 10:30 if all goes well.
(If you do rob my house then leave me some cookies?)
Anyway, I can handle the surgery, but I am scared of this Interscalene Block.
They shoot a needle in your neck.
IYou know what I don’t want to think about it.
Now I want to pray.
If you are reading this, then please go to sleep.
It is almost midnight and you need to operate on my at 6am.
I am not sure why you are up, but how about drinking a glass of milk and trying to go to sleep.
I appreciate it.