Welcome to the club, brother Rick. My sympathies on the upcoming headaches and aggravations that come with having a piece of your skull removed so someone could go rooting around in there with a stick, but, you know, it's all worth it in the long run. I understand that it was problems with typing that tipped you off to the problem. For me it was not being able to make left turns. Pat's awareness of and enrollment in the hole in the head club came with much more immediacy, of course, but it kinda makes sense that everyone would take their own route to membership in the perforated cranium society.
The good part of this is that from now on you've got an official bona fide medical excuse for being as goofy as you want to be, and, as I'm sure you've noticed, that's something that Pat and I have taken full advantage of every time the opportunity has presented itself. And on some occasions before the opportunities have arisen, but that's not something we need to go into here, of course. Anyway, from now on you've got license. Forget a birthday? - dadgum hole in the head. Go to the grocery store for bread and milk but come home with radishes and light bulbs? - doggone noggin' knockin' gotta be the reason. Wear red sneakers everywhere? - well, you get the idea.....
Seriously, though, I hope you get back on your feet as quickly as you want to and you don't have too many unpleasant side effects. If there's anything I can do to help please let me know. There's a comfortable spot for you here at the Crazy Cave for convalescence if you're interested.
And, also seriously, let's all try to have fun out there but be careful not to end up brain side down too much, OK?
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