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 Woke up at the crack of dawn and drove to Jacksonville. Had my pre-op appointment with the blood people and the anesthesia nurses — there’s a whole floor devoted to making sure people are healthy enough for surgery, which is nice and probably why their success numbers are so high. 

Wonder how many companies around this area cater to medical tourism, all us people stuck here for Mayo?

Anyway. They said my “numbers were fantastic.” I keep wondering why I’m so ahead of the curve on my fucked-up health issues if the rest of me is reasonably healthy.

I am not looking forward to my procedure tomorrow but at the same time I hope Dr. Tawk decides to get in there and start glueing shit (carefully) closed; I’ve lived with this fistula for enough time that I’d like the time bomb out of my head, no matter how “impressive” the neurosurgeons keep finding it.

:p !