I have way more holes in my body than most people.
The latest wounds are entering the itch-like-mad portion of the healing process. Tomorrow I go to the doctor to have some stitches removed and to get the test results on the things they pulled out of my body. I'm not worried about anything, though because even if for some reason things weren't what we originally thought there's ABSOLUTELY NO WAY I'M GOING TO DIE anytime soon.
You know why? Because I REFUSE to go to my grave in the back of a friggin Grand Caravan!
Adventure! Excitement! Invincibility!