jonny had a surgery

I should probably rename this blog into the once-a-month blog that nobody reads anyway. But alas, stuff happened and I feel compelled to write about it because a.) I'm interesting b.) Feel like the whole world should know about it.

First things first. July 4th sucked. Yeah. I've come to the conclusion that the fourth of July has turned into a machismo-fest where every guy (or woman, mind you) feels the sudden urge to blow crap up, whether it be a $100 supply of crappy one-hit-wonder (Sorry, I'm using too many hyphens in this post aren't I? And parenthesis. I'll stop, this is the last one I swear) The 4th festivities include numerous individuals coalescing in a din of frat partyesque grunts and yells of freedom, followed by Bruce Springsteen styled rock outs and spouts of "F%@# yeah, go America!" Well probably not as profane as I make it out to be, but pretty damn close. I just really hate the 4th of July and all is accompanying debasement of American culture. Sure it's great that we are free from the tyranny of the British empire, but do we really have to blow up cheap fireworks to remember that every year? Isn't it great enough that we a free society? Isn't that good enough? I know I'm just going to be the hateful little kid in the corner with the thorn in their side, but I just hate how trivial and pathetic it all is. Whatever, that's my two pence. I hope someone got that joke. Anyway, moving on.

So yes as the title of this post implies, I had me a wee bit 'o surgery. Nothing quite as lavish as a triple bypass or a kidney transplant. Just a good old fashioned pilonidal cystectomy, and yes, I had to look at my lab sheet to remember how to spell it. The name sounds really big and scary and in truth it wasn't half as bad as it sounded. Basically, the doctor - the same one who took out my appendix three years ago - cut a cyst out of my butt. It was fairly big I guess, well big enough to warrant a surgery. But(t)in summation it was pretty in and out stuff. I got to the hospital around 11am and got my IV which I dreaded with a passion. I hate any sort of needle going into my flesh. I didn't look and it seemed to help, plus the nurse used some numbing shot. I was good to go. Strangely, the only thing I remember before being "drugged" was being wheeled into the operating room and hearing spanish music and seeing a crazily bearded male nurse. That was it. It was really fun being escorted via my bed to surgery. It felt a bit like flying weightlessly. That was the only fun bit though. The surgery was quick and dirty, only 45mins. It's been a week since the incision and the scar is huge, like 4 inches and my butt hurts even when I sit down. The sucky part is that my dad had to rush out and buy my pain medication before I left the hospital and after I took them they made me puke to no end. So we decided to nix the whole pain meds thing in favor of me taking advil every couple hours and it's been quite nice actually. So that is my surgery story. Nothing fancy, I just got a massive cyst removed from my butt, well not technically my butt, but just above that area. I don't want to go too intimate into the details. Alright yipee. A big thank you has to go out to the amazing Dr. Wes Rippey for cutting me up good a few times. You do wonderful work Doc. Cheers!

This past week I've been vibing on these songs:

"Bird on a Wire", "Publish my Love" by Rogue Wave
"West Coast", "Mama" by Coconut Records
"Santa Maria", "Star Star" by The Frames
"Við Spilum Endalaust", "Inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur" by Sigur Rós