Interscalene Block

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.

Dear Dr.

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.

Good night.

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