Ok so it was three holes

I'm back! Ambulatory. Three lil holes. Still achy,sore. Let us heal!!!! HEAL!!!It's Sunday!!! I am going to do a thing on me! HEAL!! I need to get back into the walkin' thing, as in exception to the hobbling thing. The garden awaits!!! all the seeds. Enough exclamation points. The seeds are in and are germinating as I type.

Get Out There. Outer space. Enough timid poking. Let's get on with the successes and explore the moon, get space stations out there, and traject to Mars. Send our cameras and our lil tiny shovels. It's time to play in that sandbox! Our robotics are getting awfully clever so I don't mind sending them out to gather.

Was it three shots or four ( or more?) Does it matter. Conspiracy monspiracy. The main point is: the government will have to find another way to handle our instant communication --- coverups are SO twentieth century, guys. Stop the lying. It doesn't work. It never did, really, but now we got the technology to prove you guys are confabulating big fibs. Cut it out.

P.S. trach tubes for general anesthesia are NOT fun.