Tomorrow is the Big Day! El Hubbo heads under the knife to replace the first of what we foresee will be many of his joints. He does not seem to appreciate my non-stop rendition of Mack The Knife, however, he does appear to be looking forward to some sort of pain relief. I think he's truly looking forward to the two hours of uninterrupted, drug-assisted sleep - which is probably more than he's gotten in the past two years. It has been touch-and-go with getting this done. I almost declared it a no-go and told him he'd better cowgirl up when I got off the phone with the hospital's billing department. They decided they would give me a "courtesy call" (at 9:30 p.m., mind you - I find nothing courteous about that time of the night). In a far too chipper voice, the young lady, who shouted into the phone as I am sure she assumed I was 75+ and deaf (as most of her clientele and their spouses are), informed me that after insurance, etc, etc, I would be respon...
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