This is a personal story, a journal entry if you will. I'm writing this from bed. I have three, two-inch incisions in my abdomen and it takes all my strength to get up. I've been on prescription pain killers all weekend, there's some residual anesthesia running through me, I'm jumpy and uncoordinated but I got some sleep last night for the first time in three days. This is one of those times when rolling with a process that's out of my control is the only choice.