Last time he had a big surgery was B.C. (before Cecelia/Sicily - you know who I am talking about) and I got to fly up to Cleveland for a week. This time I can't be there.
But luckily the hospital in Rochester is equipped with WiFi, so he will be plugged in. Hopefully that will make for a better hospital experience than back in '02. It sucks being a patient. No control. I was a patient when I went into early labor for about three days back in '05, and I almost went insane. Michael's visits can push a month.
And since he is one of my few faithful reader/frequent commenters, I am going to try to keep him entertained. He might get bored without the business of settling into a new marriage and pursuing his Ph.D. Fair warning - you may want to ignore me for the next couple of weeks if you aren't family - I might become frequent, silly, and annoying. Remember? Annoying my little brother? Nothing better for getting well.
This is one of my favorite pics of him. It was taken a while ago, but I swear he looks exactly the same. Good genes. He got them, at least.
I'll be thinking about you in the morning, Mike!