Jebus, friggen' criminy!! I just now noticed I mispeeled "bladder" in my headline. Hilarious and goes to show how distracted I've been of late over this.
I bet that was driving Strumster cray cray. It's okay, ole boy. Mumzie seems to be okay so you can unleash that pent up rage now. lol
Anyhoo, it happened yesterday and I guess everything went according to plan aside from some weirdness in the recovery room where she wasn't waking up as she should have and had to stay there for a few extra hours. They don't keep you overnight these days because they're cheap/broke arsed buggers but her friend was there to get her home and is sticking around until mumzie is back on her feet.
Due to the extra recovery time I was getting a teensy bit concerned but at about 8pm or so the phone rang and on the other end was an extremely whacked out mumzie. I had told her previously to just let her friend call me and let me know what's up but that's mumzie for ya. Good ole (albeit somewhat silly) bird. She obviously just needed to rest so we cut it short and I called her back today.
She was still pretty whacked out and said her ribs were hurting and making it hard to talk so I got her to pass me over to her friend (who is a very nice, caring lady and one of my mumz besties). After thanking her profusely for being there I got the lowdown... and ya, everything went well (aside from the recovery stuff but mum ain't no spring chikken anymore either so I guess that makes sense).
Hooray!
Thanks for rooting for her, guys. I have no idea whether positive vibes affect the outcome of things like this but it sure helps the nervous ninnies (aka: Beepsoid) to know he's got buds... however virtual they may or may not be.
Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go and beat the ever loving crap out of my guitar for a while because I've been too distracted/in physical pain to do even that this past week. But...
Cheeeeeeers!!!!
*sometimeinthenotoodistantfuture