Pain is largely gone; there are a couple of little bits of discomfort and I have to remember not to walk too much, or take the stairs too quickly, but I'm mostly moving normally. Which is handy as trips to the washroom are still fairly frequent. My GI specialist advised Imodium, which is helping some, but it's not a miracle. Flagyl is still making its presence known, but it's more an annoyance than an actual problem.
So. Nothing exciting.
The surgeon suggests (and has documented) that I should be able to return to work in early January.
I no longer have a job to return to.
The company let go about 5% of its global workforce. They pared the development office in town from 61 to 18. As I understand it, there was some confusion on what to do about me, as I'm still on Short Term Disability. In the end, the sensible position arose (well, as sensible as they can be with letting the particular set of people go that they did). The termination is effective when my Short Term Disability is done. Then, the termination/severance/dole package starts up. Of course, I can't disclose details of the package.
It doesn't suck. But I may be doing some negotiation.
So, in the meantime, I've updated my résumé and my postings on the major job sites around here and LinkedIn. Had a couple of vague queries from headhunters. Nothing to get excited about, but it's nice to be noticed.
(I've also had invitations to become a "Financial Consultant". I just laughed, deleted the e-mail and flipped to the day's The Automatic Earth.)
The Gallifrey One / Left Coast trip I had pencilled in for February will probably still go ahead. The biggest expense for that by far is the airfare, and I'd planned on using frequent flyer miles for that anyways.
I'm an early casualty of the Greater Depression. Hopefully early enough that I can tunnel in some other place before the main front hits.