Surgery! Eeek!

Tomorrow I will begin researching doctors and then scheduling my appointment for a very necessary surgical procedure.  I'm a little nervous, but I know this is something I have to do.  I will keep all of you posted with the updates as I endure this scary little experience.  I just hope the recovery period isn't too long and painful.

What is wrong with me, you ask?  Well, I'm going to have to have the fibers of the couch surgically removed from my ass.  

Today, I have done absolutely nothing!  NOTHING!  Well, no that's not true.  I did walk to the mailbox, but didn't sort through the mail.  I did bring in the newspaper but it's still sitting next to the front door.  I did take a bath.  Only to put on a different pair of sweats.  

But the amount of time I have spent being the laziest person on Earth has to have caused the couch cushions and my skin to become one in the same.   I saw that once on Dr. Phil, Oprah, 20/20 or something, when a really obese person couldn't move, the couch grew into his skin.  I know it can happen, and I'm convinced it has happened to me.  All in a day's work.