So, next Monday, we’re gonna take one more (hopefully last) shot at fixing whatever havoc it is that Mr. “Thank goodness he’s an awesome baby” Roosevelt unleashed on my body.

The good news? With one 45 minute procedure and a bunch of iron pills, I should be back to normal relatively quickly.

The bad news? We missed the 2014 “we’ve already more than met our deductible” deadline.

By the time 2016 hits, writing “Bryan LGH” should be an automatic reflex when I open my checkbook…