What to do post-surgery?

I get to go in for oral surgery this week Thursday at the latest.  It’s a two-day procedure, and there’s part of me that wants to say “Sorry, but I’ll be doped up for a few days, so content will be light and possibly non-existent while I’m laid up on the couch looking at all the pretty colors.”

Fuck that noise.  This is the perfect time to spit all over the adage that you write drunk and edit sober.  I doubt I’ll have my nose to the news too much, but what I will be is in the mood to rip comments and blog posts apart.  So feed me.  Send me people on your facebooks making dumb arguments.  Send me links to blog posts that need attention.

Either leave stuff in the comments here or send it to wwjtd21 [at] gmail [dot] com.

About JT Eberhard

When not defending the planet from inevitable apocalypse at the rotting hands of the undead, JT is a writer and public speaker about atheism, gay rights, and more. He spent two and a half years with the Secular Student Alliance as their first high school organizer. During that time he built the SSA’s high school program and oversaw the development of groups nationwide. JT is also the co-founder of the popular Skepticon conference and served as the events lead organizer during its first three years.

  • Adam

    I say you guys do a podcast while you’re on the meds.

    • Jacob

      I second this amazing idea.

  • Makoto

    After my last oral surgery, post waking up I spent several hours repeatedly asking my girlfriend if I’d thanked the oral surgeon and staff for their work, apparently. I say apparently, because within 5 minutes of asking, I forgot that I’d asked and would ask again, even though I’d started asking while still in the operating chair. Probably not the best time to be doing a podcast… then again, it could be the most interesting time to do one!

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  • UsingReason

    When I was in University I had surgery on my ankle to correct some stuff and then tried to write a paper for my creative writing class while doped up. I would like to say that the opiates freed my creative abilities to previously unknown levels. It was pretty much incomprehensible gibberish.

  • nakedanthropologist

    When I had to have my wisdom teeth pulled, my mom was the person to bring me home after the surgery. The meds they gave me were so awesome that I needed to share the love. So I kept telling my mom how pretty she was, and how her new haircut (which never occured) looked wonderful, and how much I loved her for taking care of me. Finally she just started to pat my head whenever she passed by and I said something, saying “that’s nice dear”. Oy.


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