3 IS a charm

Up at 6:30AM, shower, shave and a final crap then off with a miserable demeanor to the hospital. I was definitely not looking forward to today. After the stable of Hispanic accented nurses asking me my name over a dozen times and me repeating back to them how to spell "John", my phone number, insurance, etc it was time. Doc comes in, we chat and for some reason I say, "sooooo if you get in there and things don't look as bad as you think, will you still do the micro fracture?" "Of course not." I have no idea why I said that but this whole drilling into the bones thing so they bleed had me tripping.
Dr. Anesthesiologist comes over and introduces himself as "DR. so and so." Wow guy your really stoked on your Dr. status huh? As most of them usually say, "hey I'm Jim, your anesthesiologist." Whatever though. Dude goes right into "so what do YOU do for a living?" "I grow weed." "Uh, really?" "No, I sell snowboards." "Hmmmm, yea I don't know about them snowboarders, they stand all sideways and can't see me when I'm coming down the mountain. I don't know, maybe snowboarders have bad things to say about skiers?" "Yea, it's gay. How about knocking me out and lets get this thing started OK?"
Doc didn't even ask me to count backwards and the next thing i know is I'm in a chair, ice on my knee and some flowers by my side. I was a little groggy but not sore, and something was not as it seemed. No real pain. Doc comes out in a bit, said things went good. Cleaned things up, pulled out the floating debris and DIDN'T have to do the micro fracture. "4-6 weeks you should be walking around fine." I limped out of there and the wife took me home to grill cheese and tomato soup, my post surgery ritual meal. Then a couple of vicoden, the computer, phone, leg elevated, ice, Spike TVs Ultimate Knockouts 1-6 and this stupid post.