Got a bit drunk the night before my surgery.
Paperwork said not to drink.
I thought, if I don’t wake up,
and don’t visit my favorite pub and have
at least one Manhattan, what’s the point
of not having a damn drink.
So we went to the pub.
The next morning I told the anesthesiologist,
“I had a beer last night.”
“Yea? What time was that?”
“You’ll be fine.” He smiled.
“And by a beer I mean a few drinks.”
“Eh. You’ll be fine.”
And I was.
I don’t ask permission to live my life.
Cheers. To thine own self be true.
Arm is healing good. Taking a shower is a bit funny. Megan tapes a trash bag around my arm at the top of my shoulder. I do my best to stay in the same clothes for two days. Not ideal, but it is what it is. My follow up appointment is next week. I hope to see how long my new surgery scar is. I like scars. When my tendon ripped completely from the bone, it felt like a small Charley horse. I realized nearly immediately that I had just torn my bicep and that the tendon was tangling around somewhere. I felt very little pain. Although, I knew that I’d need surgery when I felt my left bicep, and it was up toward my shoulder leaving a gap where it normally was. The next day was Super Bowl Sunday. I shoveled the end of the driveway, drank beer and watched the game. Megan wasn’t impressed. The following morning I went to the doctors hung over, but happy.
Anyway, I still feel very little pain. Even after the nerve block wore off. And to Hell with the oxycodone they prescribed me. Don’t want it. Don’t need it. It was like this for me after my motorcycle accident. Had surgery for that one too. Fun times. Learned a lot. Wouldn’t change at thing.
Here’s to healing. Can’t wait to hit the weights!
We’re running on a generator. The storm had one last kick and it knocked our region out.
Having fun with it though!
Sometimes everything is fine until it isn’t.
We took a small drive, down a dirt road, to view the incoming weather.
I’m not sure why this photo captured my interest. I took it yesterday evening, a few hours before the storm.
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Have a great day!
I’m doing it! I’m hosting a book signing event at a brewery!
February 29th, at Element Brewing Company! Which borders the town I graduated High School from. One of my best friends urged me to host a book signing. I was embarrassed at the thought of it, but I’m doing it!
It’s been great vibes! The owners of the brewery are all for it, and the support from my home town has been incredible. Friends, family, and even people I don’t know are already signed up to attend. I wonder just how many people are going to flood the brewery and have a beer with us! Megan, and even Gavin will be there. My brothers, and parents…oh it’s on!
I wanted to share the fun with all of you, because, you’re invited too! lol I realize many of you are in different countries, but it’s the thought- having some of my digital writing buddies there would be great, even if just in spirit. This is going to be one fun party and I don’t want you to miss out.
Seriously though, if any of you are in the Massachusetts area, and want to connect, you are invited. Contact me for the details.
(Some of you may remember that I was invited to a book signing at a bookstore in New Hampshire. I did that. It was awkward. This one is a completely different animal and I can’t wait!)
I hope for you, the year closed the best way possible. Best of luck to the next.
It’s just a few more steps. Let’s wave and do that again.
I’m a stocky, hairy, Scots-Irish American.
I like books. Good books. Cigars, not always good ones,
and looking at walls. Not all walls have secrets, or are the same,
but most have something to say, if you listen, or see.
I guess walls are a bit like us. I like us. I cherish all
cultures. I want to know what makes a Scot a Scot, or
an Indian an Indian. I want to learn. I want to cheers
a Russian with a glass of mother’s vodka, and smoke a smoke
with an Iranian. If that’s something they like. I don’t know.
I don’t want to hide what makes us, us. I want to celebrate
these differences and decorate them as an alliance.
My wife took a few photos of me and made it a GIF.
This was just before we moved and I’m as out of shape
as I can be, but that’s OK. I’m vulnerable and comfortable
with looking not my best. I like things to be what they are,
facades never mean anything anyway.
ps, If you ever have a drink with me. Good luck lol
My last name is Taggart. And once was McTaggart. From what I understand
my heritage goes back to the highlands of Scotland. Hope to go there.
Good morning, evening, or day! Depending on where you’re currently sitting.
I’m having a great morning and wanted to spread the feeling to anyone who stumbles upon this post.
And just in case you might need a bit of a pick-me-up, here’s this:
- You kick ass as you.
- You don’t need permission.
- You are loved.
- You are strong.
- You’re one step away from the next.
- Look up, the sky sees you, you are never alone.
- Close your eyes. See it. Get it.