Tomorrow my little Wally Polyp is taking his leave and moving into a jar and on a slide. I can't say that I'll miss his pesky ass but I CAN say I'll be glad to have it over with. He and I have been together for over 3 years and it's time for him to move on. Please pray and think of me and my needle phobia. It's "routine" surgery, but Webster's definition of "routine" is when it's someone else who's having it done. And wish me good drugs! Thanks!