Sorry for the graphic nature of this photo, but this is my life right now (one continual “Bad Hair Day”). And it looks far worse than it feels. In fact, this whole surgery and hospital stay has been much less traumatic than you would certainly think it might be. I was in ICU for about 24 hours, and then they moved me to regular room. The physical therapist checked me out this afternoon, and said she couldn’t help me because I don’t need any (help or therapy). There were even rumblings that they might send me home tomorrow (though my wife is trying to veto that possibility). My guess is that they’ll send me home after Monday morning rounds.