Well the surgery went well. I am obviously typing and uploading a few pics using my left hand. What takes me about 30 seconds is not taking me an afternoon.

My doctor said that I must have had serious capal tunnel since I am not in any real pain other than some discomfort. Shown below is my elbow. There are about 25 staples in my arm. My hand is completely cut open with a 4″ gash and stitched up. Crazy. Next Thursday I get my staples and stitches out. Whoot. I guess I have to go back to work on Monday. Sigh. Recovery for such a valuable tool gets ignored. I refuse to take any pain meds.  I am a hero.

The kitchen is done.

Half bathroom is done.

My newly rebuilt cycle is done. Blah, Blah, blah. Who cares?

Here is the deal. Tomorrow morning I go into a hospital and get a guy along with a team of staff to make a few holes in my wrist and elbow to releave some nerve pressure in my arm. My wrists are toast. My elbow hurts much. I am really upset about this since now I am going to have some new scars (– broken bones heal; SCARS pull chicks.) Whatever. My stomach is in knots, my nerves are shot. Anytime I have to get something done under anesthesia it really discomforts me. I guess the opposite side of this equation is that I could ask to be unanesthetized, but I would assume given that I am a huge baby for doctor inflicted pain (same goes for dentists; sorry) it’s probably for the better.

Someone out there pass me some good vibes. I need it. I’m scared shitless.

I am very happy with this bike. I may lose the seat and get a new one. Bars are a bit poorly wrapped, but its function. Now I am learning how to ride this thing. Fixed gear is crazy weird. Thanks Mike for letting me chop and tear apart your old bike! This fall = PAINT!