So...surgery went well and by well I mean they had no problem cutting out my organ once they knocked me out.  Recovery has been an adventure.  I've spent the last few days in bed watching my wounds heal and wishing I could go play with my daughter who has cranked her adorable level up to 11 over the last week.  But daddy can't bend down really well right now.  Nina has been a super nurse and the idea of laying around the house is slowly beginning to lose its luster as I spend hour after hour wishing I felt well enough to cut the too long lawn that mocks me out the front window.  I've also learned the most important lesson of recovery - don't laugh.  Yeah, that's right. If you have abdominal surgery, try not to laugh for a week or so.  I learned this the hard way. First when I made the mistake of reading an email from my friend Caleb, which had me reaching for the Vicodin and then again when I happened across a rerun of Seinfeld that had Kramer and Mickey acting out fake diseases for medical students. So, now I've resigned to watch only documentaries about fowl migration and eastern European street cleaning or reruns of Friends.  Nothing funny.