my face

Man, I suck.

Only one entry last month, and it's already the 10th of this one.

So I'm getting a Mastoidectomy tomorrow morning. In the preoperative interview, the surgeon said he would be making a big slice around the back of my ear where it meets my skull, and then FOLDING MY EAR FORWARD ONTO MY FACE so he can get at my ear-guts.

He said this very calmly, as though people have their ears folded onto their faces every day (Hello, Bill. Ah, you've got your ear folded today. Looks nice).

You know (guys) when you're really cold or scared, and your scrotum kind of retracts up into your groin for safety? I think my ear tried to do that a little, right there in his office. He acted like he didn't notice, which was nice of him.

And he's really a very mild little man - doesn't look capable, at first glance, of doing that sort of violence. But looks can deceive. As is obvious in this case.

Well. What must be done, must be done. Here's hoping he puts the ear back on right.

And if he doesn't, please, no staring.