To the Death? No...To the pain...

I have got to excise this wound because it is literally killing me.

My world is getting smaller. Myopic. Blurred.

I don't feel and it doesn't bother me. Well, it does cognitively... I think.

I am going to have to probe, cut away, open and expose in order for this to get better.

Consider this a warning... this is not going to be for the faint of heart... you may want to come back later if the sight of brutal honesty bothers you.

Surgery will begin... when I get to Denver.

Right now, I have to scrub and prepare.