The Lighter Side of Brain Surgery

Now that CJ's surgeries are behind us, I can’t resist focusing on the humorous aspects of this trauma—things even CJ is now laughing over. Read about it (here).

 

The Dreaded Letter

The letter came in yesterday’s mail. After more than twenty years, my primary care physician is retiring. Read about it (here).

Not the Man I Once Was

 I’m the tallest man I know, but only when I sit down. I’m 5’8” when standing—the height of the average American thanks to Hispanics and Asians—but seated around a dining room table I tower over everyone. I know what you’re thinking: You must have an ass as big as a Rose Parade float. Read the rest (here).

 

A Killer Case of the Hickeys

  

Update: Thanks to everyone who has expressed concern and sent good wishes to my mother. Grandma Chatterbox had her surgery yesterday and all appears to be well. The doctors had to remove a foot of damaged bowel and my mother claims they dropped her on the floor after surgery while transferring her to the gurney for the trip to the recovery room. The doctors say this never happened and that drugs can play games with your imagination. Mom believes there’s a conspiracy afoot and she’s demanding an investigation—sounds like the old Mom, full of piss and vinegar. I’m sure she’ll pull through just fine; her nurses and doctors are another story. 

Note: If you haven’t yet joined the new Chubby Chatterbox because you aren’t pleased or familiar with Google+ or Networked Blogs, there’s a third widget that’s been added to Chubby Chatterbox. It’s called Blogtrottr and all you need to do is submit your e-mail address and then follow the simple instructions. I’m told this is extremely uncomplicated and I hope some of you will give this a try and let me know how it works.

Check here for one of my favorite true stories: A Killer Case of the Hickeys.