He's alive! Alive!

Hola Mi Amigos,

It is an interesting feeling lying on an operating table unable to open your eyes, yet still be able to hear the voices of the doctors and nurses as they work on you. I even heard one nurse say, “This guy hasn’t moved at all during this.” I remember thinking, well I haven’t moved because A.) you have me strapped down and sedated or B.) I’m dead and haven’t left my body yet. I guess it was “A” because I’m here typing this rubbish to y’all.
To those curious few who want to know what it feels like. Take a golf ball, cut open one side of your face near your nose, insert golf ball and sew back up. I think once the swelling goes down I’ll look pretty normal, different for sure, but more or less normal. I’m wondering not only about the physical scars but the emotional scars this will leave. Goodness knows I already carry enough of both of that type around.
You know that saying about a persons face having a lot of “character”? Well I think that I might have some “character” of my own after this. I’ve always thought that was a kind way of say a person was “funny or weird looking” or in worst cases, “fugly”. I hope that I can create some kind of sexy story to explain to girls what happened, (oh, I’ll eventually tell them the truth, but it’s nice to create the air of mystery).
Anyway, I’m doing pretty good and hope to get back to the grind after a few days rest. Thanks to all of you who put out the good thoughts for me, they surely helped. I’ll yak at y’all later.

Bonjour,
Rudezen