The Bottom of My Heart

Hi, Drunkards.

Today on "Jeopardy," there was a category called "Heart Surgery with Dr. Oz."

First, I think Dr. Oz is a farking hack who shouldn't be allowed on cable access, let alone the most prestigious quiz show in the country.

Would vote Alex Trebek into any office if he weren't a
Canadian bastard.

But today, the category - if not the celebrity doctor-lite friend-of-Oprah presenting it - resonated with me.

My mom is having heart surgery tomorrow.

She has a leaky heart valve, as I've mentioned before.

Tomorrow she will report to the hospital at f*cking 5:00 a.m., so that she can receive an operation that I hope will save her life.

I hope...and yeah, I pray. I don't fucking pray, but I pray my mom will be OK.

My God looks like this. Your mileage may vary.

In any event. my mom goes into surgery at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow, May 25, 2017.

I need this to go well, you guys.

I don't give a fuck whether she is watched over by Jesus, Christian God, Shiva, Buddha, or anyone the fuck else.

I just want my mom - a good person whom I love with all my heart - to come out of surgery OK.

If you can send some good energy her way, I thank you.

I owe you.