There come a point in your life when you wonder how a dashing fellow like this
can end up looking like such a tool as this:
So it hurts, was not fun and won't be fun for a while. But it's done and I'm still alive, so yay.
I'll say again I appreciate all the people who listened to me talk about all of my personal trials and tribulations over the last year.
Right now I'm finding it hurts to hold a controller to game much. Demerol's helping me get through the day. Yay for legal controlled substances!
Big thanks to my wife Toni, who slept in a chair so she could stay by my side all the while.
Best Part: Nice nurses, good surgeon.
Worst Part: Swelling from catheter. 
If anyone wants to see five new scars, one old scar, one bellybutton and a whole buncha brand-new stretch marks from getting blown up like a balloon, here ya go. (Some people really wanna see stuff like that.)
http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7_ZLrUoxNcY/SwgkxVeKx8I/AAAAAAAAALA/vnw0ok2GfRY/s640/002.JPG
Back to bed.
This is Toni - I just wanted to let everyone know that Matt made it through surgery without having to be totally cut open and the surgery was successful (according to the surgeon). He may get out of the hospital tomorrow and I'm sure he'll update everyone when he's feeling more human.
I'm going in on Thursdayfor surgeryas most of you knowand I just had to get something off my chest before I do.
Two blogs ago I wrote a line that I appreciated those who wish me luck and all that good stuff. I said it because in the back of my head somethinghas beenbothering me that I shouldn't let bother me.
But it does.
Remember my 15 things with a twist blog? I wrote about my brother who's in jail for murder. He's my half-brother. Same Dad, different mom. I still call him my brother nonetheless. I hardly knew him, he made terrible choices in his life. He's still my brother.
I'm presuming that's why 40 people stopped tracking me after I wrote that blog. 40 people!
Well, you know what? To hell with you 40 people. I don't care if you're not around to read this anymore or not.
To hell with you. You think most people don't have skeletons in their family closets?
Please. Or maybe it was because I wrote personal things. So what?
I have the fortitude to talk about things that were tough in my life and it bothers a bunch of thin-skinned losers who want to sit on their lazy a$$es whittling their meager lives away in their little happy bubble playing video games and don't want to hear about it. Screw you people.
Same goes for those who didn't want to hear about how tough the economy is around here. Presuming I'm some "stupid liberal," and dumb @#$! like that.
Good for you that you live your soft, priviliged life and want to coccoon yourselves away from the rest of the world. Put your blinders on and pretend those things don't exist. Plop your sorry a$$ down in front of your 50" tv and plug in your $400 console and act like it's not there. That's fine.
But don't send me ignorant PM's telling me you don't want to hear about it. God, I'm sick of people telling me what I can and can't write about.
I'll probably get modded for this one, since that's the best those crybaby yellow-backed losers can do.
For those of you who I consider my friends and talk to, sorry for this. For the rest of you, I hope you read this and you can go stick it.
