Well its Thursday, after working from 6 pm Wednesday to 4 am, zipping home showering and getting myself all ready. I.V. starts, and a lot of drugs they drained 100cc of fluid from my hematoma and failed to reduce my hip dislocation. The bastards briefly tricked me when I woke up in recovery wearing my brace, I was like “sweet it’s in” and then my doctor said that they couldn’t get it to budge. I on the other hand felt that two old men who eat cheese and fruit for breakfast need to find themselves some good strong Irish lads, ill settle for Swedes you can gently but firmly put my hip back where it belongs, because nothing says “Fuck You Cancer” like ginger haired boys from Galloway.

So no real difference than what I was yesterday, a little more sore today, got some new drugs which I will take, and yeah, the adventure continues.  I would like to think that in an alternate universe I woke up with a hip in it’s socket and am currently sitting around in that damn brace looking at guns on line thinking it might be time for bed, and that bastard got up and walked to the light switch and turned it off, I hope alternate me is proud of himself.