Posted on Saturday, September 02, 2017 - 11:45 pm:
Well, it looks like I'll be going under the knife. I have Neurofibromatosis 1, its the reason I've not played guitar or bass in nearly 20 years, and the reason for having surgery. I'm nervous, but I'm sure everything will go OK. After absorbing this bit of news, My youngest wanted to talk. He wanted to talk about his and Chrystal's baby. Wait! what? Yep. I'm gonna be a Grand Daddy! Just call me G-Daddy
You've beaten death before Let's hope this doesn't come to that! My main worry is how they're gonna put me under, and get me back, not really the surgery. I've had my arm worked on before, it's fairly simple, and they know SO MUCH more about my condition nowadays.
Your son has good taste. She is awesome! Her and Ann get along famously. Juan and I were just joking about grandkids at his youngest daughter's Quinceanera!
Thanks for all the congrats, I'm really exited, and so is Ann.
Posted on Wednesday, September 06, 2017 - 01:23 am:
It works like this: Me: Ann, what was the name of that party they had for Crystal's sister? Ann: Quinceanera Me: What? How do you spell that? Ann: Capital Q u-i-n-c-e-a-n-e-r-a Me: I got to "c", what after that? Ann: e-a-n-e-r-a Me: Capital Q u-i-n-c-e-a-n-e-r-a Ann: Yep
Oh, and it's not brain surgery (thank goodness, I've have only so much grey matter left) It's the ulnar nerve, along my left arm from the elbow to the hand and into the little and ring finger. It's the no so funny bone.
The happy couple are going to the doctor's office in the morning for the first time.
It's nice to have something as wonderful as a grandchild to look forward to.