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Happens all the time. However I am confident that my surgeon Dr. Milam, whoever I get for an anesthesiologist and the hospital's surgical nurses are good at their work and so very likely would be able to handle any complications. Even so, they are mere mortals.

If I die, I want my writing to stay online _forever_. The single most important task required to enable that is to pay my domain name registration. Presently that's just $10.99 per year per domain at http://www.name.com/ but if it's not paid then a cybersquatter will snap up my domains and hold them for ransom.

My brother in law Stanley Evans said he'd take care of that. I'll send Stan a separate mail with my login credentials.

I will find someone to leave the Soggy Jobs domain names to. But whoever that is, I want the site to continue operations, to continue accepting submissions for new listings, and for those new listings to by posted free of charge at http://soggy.jobs - forever.

Aside from that, I want my father's ceremonial sword and triangularly folded flag to go to my older brother Charles Albert Crawford.

If you can do that for me, then I will die with no regrets.

First thing after I recover from my surgery I'll get my will written up. ;-D

If I die, give me an Irish wake. Sing for me, don't cry for me.

Michael David Crawford

Wondering if anyone else here on SN has dealt with a kid needing surgery for Sagittal Synostosis/Craniosynostosis. One of my kids got referred to Doernbecher in Portland because he most likely has the condition and it will most likely require surgery. Evidently it is a lot more common than I realized, from the wiki:

It is estimated that craniosynostosis affects 1 in 1,800 to 3,000 live births worldwide.[3] 3 out of every 4 cases affect males. Sagittal synostosis is the most common phenotype, representing 40% to 55% of nonsyndromic cases,[3] whilst coronal synostosis represents between 20% to 25% of cases.

Has anyone else gone through this? Is there anything you would have done differently, any questions you didn't ask that would have made things go easier? etc. General advice. Normally I wouldn't ask about this kind of thing except for how it is apparently pretty common.

More from the wiki,

Craniosynostosis (from cranio, cranium; + syn, together; + ostosis relating to bone), sometimes called craniostenosis,[1] is a condition in which one or more of the fibrous sutures in an infant (very young) skull prematurely fuses by turning into bone (ossification),[2] thereby changing the growth pattern of the skull.[3] Because the skull cannot expand perpendicular to the fused suture, it compensates by growing more in the direction parallel to the closed sutures.[3] Sometimes the resulting growth pattern provides the necessary space for the growing brain, but results in an abnormal head shape and abnormal facial features.[3] In cases in which the compensation does not effectively provide enough space for the growing brain, craniosynostosis results in increased intracranial pressure leading possibly to visual impairment, sleeping impairment, eating difficulties, or an impairment of mental development combined with a significant reduction in IQ.

I'm not sure. I'm heading to my doc's office right now, but on the bus so it will be a while before I can ask.

For an hour now I've had a sore throat, just a few minutes ago started sneezing. That might be a problem for my anesthesiologist.

Sometimes I get sore throats that go away, but in March 2015 I got bronchitis that lasted for six weeks.

I've always been susceptible to respiratory infections. Perhaps it's because my body temperature is one degree too low, as was my fathers. I was a very sickly child - I was bedridden for Christmas Day when I was 17, and when I was 2 I nearly died from pneumonia.

I can remember all the way back to just one year old but I don't remember that pneumonia. That had to have been rough for my parents.

It's only 5:48 PM yet I feel no urge at all to go back to sleep.

Perhaps an advanced alien race replaced my brain as I slept.

While quite striking, I am as yet unclear as to whether my new discovery has any actual value to society.

You see, so far the only thing I've come up with as to how to benefit from being so refreshed would be to get off my fat, lazy, hairy ass and go to work.

But were I to do so, it would cause The End Of Time.

Or at least someone smarter than me does:
http://physicsfromtheedge.blogspot.com/

Job opening to work on actual science instead of hand-wavy, platform nine and three quarters, oompa-loompa dark matter magic.

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a-blowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing

I am sleeping too much.

In the middle of the day I get weary. When I napped at NedSpace I'd get up eventually and go back to work, but they asked me not to sleep there anymore. My snoring causes dismay to the other users.

So I've been at home for several days now. Yesterday I got up at nine in the morning or so, had a coffee and a donut, went to the pharmacy, got home about one. Went to bed them slept until 8:30 this morning. That's right sleep eighteen and a half hours.

To be depressed makes me sleep to much, to sleep too much makes me depressed. Clearly the solution is to sleep less but it is a hard cycle to break.

I got my happy pills all up to date, taking them correctly again will help. But until they do I'll be wanting to sleep all the time.

The reason I landed in the emergency room twice was that my pharmacy tried and failed to bill my medicine to the wrong account number.

I've had Medicaid twice; between the two I had the market rate Obamacare. My pharmacy kept trying to use my first Medicaid number. I repeatedly asked them "Are you _certain_ you're billing it to my Medicaid and not to my Obamacare?" and always they said they were certain.

When I signed up for the second round of Medicaid they never sent me my card. I was finally able to straighten it out by looking up my number at their website, then asking my pharmacy to read me my number over the phone. "No, that's wrong."

Today I had the grand ambition of going to downtown Portland to work, but just now I'm feeling really weary. Maybe I should go home. An argument for not going home is that I left my charging cable at work, and my iPhone is out of juice. An argument for going home is that I'm not expecting any calls.

In other news, the Federal Trade Commission sued Netspend for refusing to activate the prepaid debit cards that it sold. Mine was one such; that led to the pleasant surprise of receiving a check from the FTC for $33 a couple days ago. I'm going to blow it all on bus far and coffee.

I have a friend who is a waitress at a 24 hour restaurant. Lately she's been working swing on Saturday evenings, so whether I go downtown or go home, I'll venture out to her restaurant tonight.

I'm going to ask her to come to the hospital when I get my kidney out, so she can be there for me when I regain conscious in the recovery room. I've had two other surgeries. It's not being cut open with a knife that bothers me. It's not being unconscious that bothers me.

It's that I've had two other surgeries and so know quite well that my experience immediately upon regaining consciousness will be quite special.

Pocahontas is no Indian! She doesn't look like Indian to me and she doesn't look like Indian to Indians. cherokee.org/News/Stories/20181015_Cherokee-Nation-responds-to-Senator-Warrens-DNA-test