INTO THE PIT: On the way to surgery. Dad, Leigh and Mom being strong for me. Thank you, loved ones.

PROOF: There’s a fuckin’ garden hose in my arm. Not cool.

COLLEAGUES: Makin’ friends with neighbor—and fellow appendicitis survivor—Russ from Kingsley!

CONCERNED MEN: This, staring me down, from the side of the bed. He held vigil at our side, until I asked him to “get the fuck out of my face” as the “I can smell yer breath and it’s going to make me ralph!”

STILL FLOATING: Spent the better part of the day in the stratosphere, due to a couple pain pills every couple hours. Floating in the ether! Lots of couch time and tube and iPhoning. Square meals from Mom and Dad.