If you follow this blog, then you know I had arthroscopic surgery on my right knee today. I had to rise at 6:00 this morning, so my boyfriend could take me to the hospital by seven. I was there about five hours. It was a breeze. I don’t remember a thing, once they gave me the anesthetic. I talked to the doctor (a real cutie) afterward and he said everything went smoothly. I should be able to bike, run, swim, play basketball, and golf. But distance running is OUT for Martin. I’ll cope, trust me.
Speaking of biking . . . do you like this evening’s photo post? Isn’t he cute? I’m pretty sure the photo was taken in Europe because of the cobblestone street the boy is cycling on. I’m guessing he’s German, and his name is . . . Sebastian. Then again, it looks a little too green and subtropical for Germany. He might be from central Italy. Maybe his name’s . . . Antonio. What do you think?
So, I’ll spend a quiet evening here at home with my beautiful boyfriend. He’s going to cook our dinner and we’ll watch his beloved Wisconsin Badgers play football on TV. I think I’ll wear my red Badgers T-shirt when the game starts. You have to get in the spirit, you know.
Thanks to everyone who wrote me to say good luck with the surgery. It’s nice to know people care about poor, old Martin. Listen: I’ll be fine. I’m not feeling any pain, and if I do, the doctor gave me a script for fortyVicodin tablets. I understand they go well with beer. Woo-hoo!
Have a great Thursday night, everyone. Labor Day weekend’s just around the corner.