After a quick trip to the doctor's office yesterday, Justin found out that he has a hernia.
Yeah, he's not very excited about the surgery because he's really tired of going to the doctor. Just a couple weeks ago, he had to have a procedure done on his back since he has a couple of slipped discs. Poor husband...
Thus far, we are unsure what we shall name the hernia in question. (We're weird---we like to name things. My cyst, for example, was called Herbert.) Justin thinks we should call the hernia "Satan." I think we should name it "Lucifer" in honor of the evil cat in Cinderella.
Either way, hernias sure are nasty little buggers.
With the good comes the bad...
