Tomorrow morning I go under the knife to fix my right arm that was broken in a motorcycle accident over a year ago. Normally this would be no big deal, but this time its a little different because I have never been put under while someone is picking apart my appendages. Every other thing that has been done to my body I have been awake for.
The nervousness about this is mainly due to the fact that if something gets screwed up it could affect not only my livelyhood but also my artistic outlet. One wrong move and bam your fingers don’t work right anymore.
Science has come a long way. They are giving people new faces, robotic limbs and new hearts, but I swear if they *&# up my arm I am going to do some serious ass kicking.