#*^~$&!

Between the "no blood-thinning painkillers" edict and the "no solid food starting at breakfast" edict, followed by the purge that starts at around 2PM, I am NOT going to be Mr. Model Patient tomorrow when I present for my semi-decadal ass-rogering.

I warned 'em about the painkillers.  They didn't listen, they just suggested Tylenol®.  Which does exactly dick for me, me being one of the lucky folks whose body chemistry seems to just laugh at acetaminophen.

Pray for me.  It's going to be a tough ~30 hours.  My beef bouillion breakfast is, however, surprisingly good.