The best part about back surgery is the medication they put you on after the fact.

The drugs eat your gut and make you feel like absolute crap, adding insult to injury. Here’s my typical morning:

Get up after a night of waking up every 30 minutes or so and sitting on the toilet until your legs fall asleep while waiting for gravity to empty your bowels (always a pleasant experience, made doubly so because of the laxatives you are required to take convert your plumbing into a play-doh fun factory). When that joyous experience is over (and someone helps me get off the toilet), I take two Vicodin tablets the size of my fist, a couple of anti-spazm tablets (also quite large), and attempt not to gag when they get stuck in my throat.

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I picked up some powerball tickets for tonight’s drawing yestersday. Crossing my fingers and hoping for the $23,000,000 ($12,800,000 – cash option) prize. I think that should keep me in beer for a while. If I win (hell… I’m an optomist: WHEN I win) I’ll start my own company. Don’t know what it will be yet, but I can guarentee that the hours will be nice.

A big thanks to all of you who have sent me the nice emails reciently… it’s really been a lift to the spirits!

Oh… and before I forget, here’s the link of the day: The Chronicles of George