God damn you if you don't go. The closest they get to me is Indianapolis, but the parents are in town that week and I have an uncle at Duke getting a heart transplant so no Tengger Cavalry for me. Fun story, I've been playing them in the car; the new guy had to take a ride with me to a remote site. He told the boss that I listen to some "weird, fucked up growling strange music." I take that as a compliment.
The uncle is 9 years and 7 months older than I am; I'm a spitting fucking mirror image of the guy as well. Nerd, sedentary, bald, we both have the same face and look exactly like my grandfather who dropped dead of a massive coronary three days before his 65th. This has me a bit on edge for my own well being and is kicking my ass to fix some of the poor choices I've made lately. And yea, sucks. Once they get a donor organ the surgery is fairly standard any more. 3-5 days in a hospital bed after, then therapy to get moving again and out the door to home care in as little as a week. Medicine is doing amazing things that are not making the news, recovery is one of the big changes just over the last few years. Even the anti rejection stuff is only 2-3 pills a day and the side effects are minimal for most people. Still, watching him go through this reminds me that I hate hospitals and prefer to stay out of them.