I am not a complainer by nature. When the surgeon asks, "How are you doing?" and I say, "I would like to revise my other side.” I know I look calm and poised. I know I suggest it in a pleasant manner. But that DOES NOT mean I want to have brain surgery for funsies.   Hell NO! Brain surgery sucks. No offense meant. But recovery wrecks my life for months. I can't be the mom I long to be. The wife I used to be. Or the therapist I need to be. I am choosing this Hell a fourth time because I am currently living in it anyway. Every time the dishwasher runs. Every time my 9 year old is himself -- a loud rambunctious little boy. Each time my husband constructs something magnificent, I can't walk steadily for the rest of the day. What am I supposed to do? Ask them to stop? Earplugs only help so much. Nah, bro. I am asking for you to cut my head open so I can give them THEIR lives back. So they don't have to dance around...