All those fears about dropping dead in the chair were for naught. The surgery was a success, though something tells me I may need a little more. But not to worry.
The post-op pain is different from, and somehow more bearable than the pre-op pain. I'm not even taking great drugs. The swelling makes me look like Ted Kennedy. I've got jowls that would make my beloved childhood hampster, Ernestine, envious. (I probably could store an entire Boston Market family meal with a gallon of lemonade, extra sides, AND a whole pie in these puppies!)
Sorry if I made you worry for nothing. Well, not for nothing. You have the kugel recipe now, so you won't have to ask for it when I do finally kick it.
Shalom, y'all. And thanks.
P.S. I have arrived. Rabbitch left a comment on my blog! I feel like Steve Martin, "The new phone book's here! The new phone book's here!"