Some amount of freedom has been gained.

Yesterday was a pretty big day. Not only was it National Sibling Day (who knew? Shout-outs to my quite genetically-similar homies Brian, Jamie, and Chris) but I also went to see Dr H about going wireless. You see, since The Incident, I'd had a bit of chicken wire wrapped around my sternum to keep it together, and this bit of wire was not liked in the least by my body's Foreign-object Lateral Assessment maTrix (FLAT). FLAT was keeping my body's TIssue Regeneration Engine (TIRE) from closing up the wound. So, to remedy FLAT TIRE, Dr H pulled the wire out. This delicate operation involved some wire cutters...

 and some pulling...

 ... no wait Doc! Moooooon Riiiiiver.... Ok ok, I digress. Anyway, there was some lidocaine, and some quick wire snipping and some pulling -- the nurse asked if I wanted her to hold me down so the doc didn't lift me off the table. I declined, anxious to see Dr H complete a Feat of Strength no so long after Festivus. After pulling out this huge wire -- it was nearly 2.5 inches -- ... wait. In retrospect, it seems like it was much longer than that. Perhaps it was the Vicodin. Anyway, the wire was removed and I was done. Just. Like. That. The best part? Dr H says, "The wound vac has done it's job, you're done with it." I think I nearly knocked him flat as I rushed to drop that thing off at UPS to ship it back whence it came.

Do I need to go into why "from whence" is incorrect? Anyway, no more wound vac. I'm still limited to 8-irons and higher on the golf course, domestic travel only, and I need to Stephanie has to change out my wound dressing twice daily. These are all good things. Oh, and I've been kicking ass at cardiac rehab. Inasmuch as one can kick ass at that.