Other than the injections and incisions and listening to the mini saw as it grinds away…. Yeah, I’m down with that. They’re not even knocking me out, just giving me two little pills and nitrous oxide. Whoopee. I’m still going to be aware of what’s going on. Oh boy. Oh joy.

But you know, I’d rather go to work, thank you very much. A thousand paper cuts on my back would be preferable.

I’ll let you know how it goes.