Snarky, yes, oh my yes. You’ve got snark where your lessors have mere robotic wit.

But demonic, nihilistic? NO! No one who cringes at and fights against Ayn Rand’s pathetic “Screw unto others before they screw you” philosophy and her sad latter-day followers like you do is nihilistic.

So good luck on the surgery.
When you’re back, We few, we snarky few, we band of mockers, shall continue the fight. Cry Wolverines! And let slip the dogs of snark!

Good luck and best wishes.

Except to Michelle Malkin because she’s a bitch.

You STILL haven’t passed that kidney stone, TBogg?

PS – Live long and prosper.

I’d say “feel better” but with the Vicodin coursing through your veins it’s probably not possible for you to feel better than you do in Wonderland.

So I’ll stick to “get well quick” because I don’t know how long we can hold off Michelle Malkin without you to lead the way. Because she’s a bitch.

Take care, Tbogg, and try to have the missus tape your thoughts and have them blogged for you. I’m sure the vicodin will only increase your output of snark and it may be a necessary step in your overall progress. Kind of like cupping or bleeding.

aimai

Jesus clearly wants you for a snarky ray of sunshine.

Stay well.

Wait, you’re taking the vicodin before the surgery? Where can I reach your doctor?

Here’s wishing for a quick return of the snark.

I guess it’s up to the rest of us to keep the Snark Flame burning, while you wander through a landscape of flowers, butterflies & shit like that.

Get well soon; we’ll save you some choice bits of MM from the immolation. Also, Wolverines!

I see that the Teabuggers (aka ‘buggers) have cut their DC march estimates down to something like 600-800K. Too bad, “million moron march” has a nice ring. No word yet on who was guarding the porta-potties.

Painkillers before surgery? Yeah, I want your insurance plan. Although I have to say, mine sprang for Rush’s rush, oxycodone, but only after I screamed “52!” when the nurse asked me to rate my pain on a scale from 1 to 10. Since I was sharing a room with a fundamentalist Red Sox fan I prayed it would make me deaf, too, but no such luck. On the bright side, your surgery is minor so you won’t risk becoming too attached to the Foley catheter.

Good luck and hurry back.

Good luck!

So, that’s how medicaid (aka communist health care) deals with the hemorrhoids of destitute bloggers in the post-Beck era, huh? Doling out free high-powered drugs before, during and after the procedure? Sign me the fuck up now! I’ve got a hangnail — I can haz oxy, too?

Good luck; hope the transplant takes and doesn’t make you feel too self-conscious in the years ahead.

Is that from the new Hallmark Contemporary Collection? I was looking for a reason to get out of the house today, thanks.
Oh, all the best and get well etc.

Yep – before I had my gall bladder out, my doctor told me I could have a shot any damn time I could haul my butt into the office since they could not get me booked into a surgical suite for 5 days. And I took advantage of that every damn day. And I also learned that wearing underwear with stuff printed on it (like, days of the week and, ahem, things that are, shall we say, more private)is not a good thing when you are bent over with the nurse having to haul them down while she has a syringe with a big honkin’ needle in her hands and she is laughing her head off at something printed on your briefs.

You have to be carefull with these hospital people. The last time I went in they handed me a baby boy as a door prize. The drugs were good, though.

Good luck.

Vicodin, eh? Good stuff, but make sure you eat something first. Trust me on this. And feel better, also.

You’re lucky you’ve got the killer watch-pooches there, cuz after your Vicodin revelation, you might have Cindy McCain trying to bust into your crib while you’re out.

Oh yeh, Wolverines!!!one!!11!!

Good luck and a quick recovering from the sacrificer’s knife.

Good luck with the penis reduction.

Hope you’re not having your snark gland removed. That would be a pre-existing condition.

I’d wish you luck but I don’t need to because, after all, we have THE BEST HEALTH CARE IN THE WORLD EVAH! WOLVERINES!

Also. MM is a bitch.

Vicodin? That shit’s like aspirin, ya pansy.

Try 1800mg of Gabapentin, and another 180mg of morphine sulfate every day. Now that’s doing it right.

Of course, you have to have a pair of back surgeries first, and experience soul-crushing pain at some point of each and every day. So it’s not all roses and bright shiny ponies …

Anyway, best of luck, tbogg, and may your days be free of pre-existing conditions …

Vicodin? Did you bring enough for the whole class?

Are you allowed to have a basset on either side of you on the gurney as you’re wheeled into surgery, ’cause that would no doubt help your blood pressure?

And to wake up in the recovery room with them fighting over your covers would be comforting.

Wha? This is not covered by your insurance? It should be.

PS – you sure have great, funny, snarky friends.

Congratulations on passing the death panel/government bureaucrat review! Good luck and keep your policy nearby.

Are they connecting your new, industrial-strength irony meter? Whatever it is, I hope it’s minor and painless, and that you’re back in the saddle right away.

As you are, in practically every respect, the anti-Glenn Beck, I presume that your surgery will go spectacularly well, you will have no complaints, and will not vlog about it from your recovery bed.

Bon chance, mon ami!

What? A total hysterectomy? But we like your hysterical posts! How about a partial? Get well soon.

Heed captphealy, but then MAKE AN ANTI-BECK VIDEO. FROM the sofa. INTO the cam. Talk about how, while undergoing this medical procedure, the thought that Glenn Beck is still alive made you literally suicidal. “If someone had brought a gun into the room, I probably would have used it either on myself or on…well, he wasn’t there…”

Good luck, get well soon and I hope it’s twins.

I see you’re trying out for that role on House, House’s buddy who is also hooked on Vicodin.

Best wishes!

Good luck, TBoggs. We will hold down the fort for you and eviscerate MM as needed.

Thank god for the best healthcare in teh worldz!

Don’t go following any lights….git’er done and best wishes for have a quick, painless recovery…I’m sure your tormentees are quite relieved that you’ll be temporarily sidelined and MM can refrain from putting pins in her T-Bogg voodoo doll for a few days.

Couple years ago I had a badly herniated disk in my lower back (the largest herniation the doctor had ever seen!) and received Rush’s painkiller of choice, Oxycontin to help with the mind-numbing pain that would never fucking stop. It made me wonder what the appeal of these painkillers was – sure, it took my mind off the pain, but instead filled my head with the most disturbing semi-conscious dreams/hallucinations that I’ve ever experienced. Thankfully the steroids they gave me did the trick on the disk and I stopped taking the Rush pills. Looking back, I wonder why I didn’t try to make some money on all those pills I didn’t take. But then, that would’ve been the rethuglican thing to do.

Good luck with whatever it is you’re gittin done. And get back here soon, as I’m already starting to suffer from Snark Withdrawal Syndrome.

Good luck — though it’ll really be us, your faithful readers denied our fresh daily snark, who’ll suffer most.

And MM, who’ll miss your kind attentions.

I send warm wishes from the Sunshine State, from whence cometh a goodly portion of the nation’s crazy. Be well, as soon as possible, and in the meantime enjoy the Viking holiday!

Cheers,
Deborah

Hee hee, I can’t believe it took 22 responses to get to it! Powder to the people!

Best wishes for a smooth surgery and quick recovery.

Not to be morbid, but will you have something pre-posted for Thursday bassett blogging? Just sayin……

Drugs before surgery: HCR we can believe in!

You worry me, Big Guy. You’ve already told us about your high BP; now you’re getting operated on? What’s up with that?

Hope all goes well, and you recover chihuahua-quick (as opposed to Basset-slow) and can play the piano.

I had the same experience with oxycodone (the ingredient in Oxycontin, which is just a name brand) — though it lasted for about a year and a half, most of which I don’t remember. And I was only on 30mg pills 6x a day.

How the hell anyone — even Rush’s fat, bloated ass — can take 85mg pills 10-15x a day of that shit is just … damn. I can’t even imagine how the hell they’d function.

Jim Carroll’s dead, yet Michelle Malkin still breathes and walks the earth. America needs a new hardass motherfucker with a taste for the opiates.

I can’t wait to see you at the beach with your new DD’s, cupcake!
Get well soon.

oh look babydoll, a FTD Pick Me Up bouquet from Special Ed

Good luck, and get well soon. The blogs are less fun without you around.

YES! Finally someone else who experienced that. After 1 dose, I hallucinated so badly that I refused to take anymore. Husband has no problems with it, tho. The doc gave him 90 for any future kidney pain. They must’ve been having a clearance sale on the stuff.

I hope whatever is ailing you is pulverized for good and the surgeons carefully avoid the snark producing area.

I also hope your nurse looks like Shakira because you’d like that wouldn’t you?

Seriously, wishing you the best and hope you are home with the lovely Mrs. TBogg and your two sons soon.

Oh my Godz, I am so down with the idea of a vicodin’d TBogg vlogging his recovery with the bassets unmaking the bed in the background.

glad to see I’m not the only one who had a crazy reaction to Oxycontin. Kinda makes me glad I never tried acid back in my youth…lord only knows what mental can of worms that wouldve opened.

Best wishes, Tbogg–hope the surgery and recover go well.

Here’s hoping the surgeon doesn’t fuck up. Because that does happen, and on a more regular basis than you might imagine. And if it does happen, may the fuck up be a minor one. Like an abandoned sponge that leaves you with an unquenchable thirst for the rest of your life.

And on Wednesday, none of the surgical team is due on a golf course- right? It’s a silly question, but you’d be surprised how many people neglect to ask it.

Anyway, I’m sure you’ve nothing to worry about. Probably. Best of luck!

It made me wonder what the appeal of these painkillers was – sure, it took my mind off the pain, but instead filled my head with the most disturbing semi-conscious dreams/hallucinations that I’ve ever experienced.

It depends on ones’ biochemistry, when heroin was ‘invented’ the chemists tried it out on themselves before it was sold to the general public, and it was agreed that it wasn’t addictive like morphine was.

I had a boss who ripped out their morphine IV because of the hallucinations, it’s just how your CNS reacts to the stuff.

My noble spouse had to go from 75 to 50 mg on a pain killer because she didn’t enjoy the way it made her feel above getting rid of the pain.

Break a leg, dahlink.

And ditto to this:

Hope all goes well, and you recover chihuahua-quick (as opposed to Basset-slow) and can play the piano.

With your bingle.

You are in good hands. The U.S. is one of the top 40 countries for health care.

Why do I have the unsettling impression Grape works in a hospital.

I sent the Winnie-Piglet text to my (adult) children and they thank you as they curse you while they disinfect their keyboards. Best of luck tomorrow, and thanks for the years of snark.

Yo boss…

I don’t mind the opiates too much. Junk will (usually) only string you out. I don’t think you need to worry much about that.

But watch out for acetaminophen (Tylenol and in Vicodin (and lots of other medicines)). It will seriously damage the liver.

Oh, and you probably shouldn’t call Michelle Malkin a bitch. Female dogs everywhere hate that.