I had surgery on my foot on December 7th, which turned out to be my own personal Pearl Harbor. And yes, I just compared my travails over the past 2 months with the attack that started America's entrance into World War II. Which might be worse than me weaving the story of my upcoming surgery with a review of 127 Hours. But this is my blog and fuck it, the last 7 fucking weeks have been absolute hell. So let's just move on. Shit happens to arlot of people but when you've been relatively healthy your whole life and you're young (or think you're young) you really kind of ignore any sort of "at least you have your health" statement, or at least I did, and I realize this was in some ways elective surgery -- and in retrospect, one of if not the worst decisions I've ever made in my life -- but I just spent the past 7 weeks waking up every day in pain, limping around in pain, drugged up to alleviate the pain, stuck inside, unable to drive, unable to do much more than watch TV or read for many or most of those weeks, not even able to sleep. But... but, finally, in the past week, the pain has started to go away.