Well, my three year life as a cyborg is over. On April 13th I will be going in for surgery to have the stainless steel plate and 9 titanium screws removed from my arm. I chose the 13th because I like to live dangerously. I chose April because I like to live foolishly. I chose the steel plate in my arm because it bugs me.
So unlike the Las Vegas doctor, the doctor in San Francisco who put the plate in was more than happy to take it out. Aside from the slight risk that I’ll die or lose my arm, he said it’s a safe procedure.
Florida was cool. For my mom’s birthday we hit Ruth’s Chris steakhouse and then saw a Tango at the local performing arts center. Based on my observation it’s true what they say: it takes two.