18 February -
My swelling has gone down. Finally. Thanks to all of you who have sent cards and letters. I appreciate the kindness and that you’re all out there thinking of me, but it’s really nothing. I was in and out of the hospital in no time, and I heard that the goats are doing as well as can be expected.
While I was under anesthesia, I thought I heard a heavenly choir singing one sweet phrase over and over again, but my mind couldn’t quite make it out. As much as possible under the circumstances, I strained to listen…the best that I could decipher was “online casino USA”. Does that mean anything to anyone out there?
Well, that’s about all that I can handle for today. May the good lord bless you and keep you, and remember to keep producing and consuming at a steady but moderate rate. Your pal, David.
21 February -
It seems like weeks since I last wrote to all of you, but my nurse assures me that it’s just a matter of days. I hate her. The condescending way that she speaks to me, as if I were a dog. I swear she enjoys administering the medication, even with the smell and all. Speaking of which, her sponge baths are a joke. I could clean myself better with a dead poodle soaked in dumpster juice.
Funny, I have to have a pencil in my hand even though I’m typing all of this. What does that mean? I notice that someone has been chewing on it. Gross. When I catch them…
I guess that I should be glad that I can type at all, let alone play online slots. After all, I am recovering from major surgery. I’m on so much medication that I can’t tell if there is pain or not. Just the persistent taste of wood and graphite in my mouth. And, of course, the ever-present stench.