Really, the deal with it is to work out a balance of pain killers and Jack Daniels without losing functionality. I've had back surgery, crushed by a Hummer, and last time I had an EKG they wouldn't let me leave until I convinced them that my heart beat was actually a rhythm, you just had to fill in the gaps. I refuse to die at home. Ken and I have already agreed not to cancel the trip if one of us kicks off, sort of like Lonesome Dove. We'll just float whoever dies first on down the river.
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