 You know the reason that I had my leg cut off in the first place was to avoid continual surgery because for 14 years my entire life was only living surgery to surgery in pain on medications recovering from anesthesia and I chopped it off thinking that'll fix the problem. No, no, no, no, no, it did not. I'm really salty about this. I have to have another surgery on my residual limb for a bunch of nerve issues and kind of reconstructive stuff and I have been putting it off. I don't want to be in a hospital. I don't want to see doctors. And I figured, you know what, eventually the pain's gonna get enough that I don't want to ignore it anymore and that happened yesterday. Everything is built up enough. This leg got messed up that I was like, you know what? It's time. I need this to be better. I want to be able to consistently walk again and so I broke down and scheduled surgery. Gonna be a bit of a rough one, I have been told. We'll know if it worked in like six to 12 months because it's nerve stuff. It's kind of complicated. Fingers crossed. It will be successful. I will be living in less pain and hopefully be able to use my leg again consistently. Until then, I would like to extend invites to my pity party, which will be taking place for a while. I'm very sad about this, but it needs to be done.