The time has come…

11/29/22

Today is the big day. I’m hospital bound to have this procedure done. The preparations have left me shitting my brains out. From accidents not making it to the toilet in time, to my butt hole being raw from wiping, the time has come. Imagine having 1,000 paper cuts and having them soaked in rubbing alcohol. That’s my asshole.

I’m nervous and excited at the same time. I’m happy to finally get this step of my treatment plan out of the way. But like I said before, this shit is scary. Pun intended! I’ve requested that the surgical team play I Wanna Rock by Uncle Luke in the background while performing their tasks. I can’t think of a better hook then “Doo Doo Brown” while they’re digging around in there.

And here’s the sentimental part. I wanted to take a moment before entering the Death Star to thank each and every one of you that’s partaken this journey with me. Rather it be loving a post, messaging me directly, or randomly popping up at my home to check on me, I appreciate you all. It’s been a long day without you my friend. And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again. I’ve come a long way from where I began. Oh I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again. When I see you again.