Ow!

The surgery is complete.

Now there is a scar where there was a bump.
And a pain where there was no pain.

Ugh.

I'd show you a picture, but I don't feel like going through ALL that hassle.

The nurse did fill me in on some of my ramblings when I was all drugged up for the surgery that I don't remember a bit of.

She said I talked about creme brulee and asked them all what they were making for dinner that night.
She also said I asked them if they had to choose would they pick a cook or a housekeeper.

I sort of remembering telling them that I didn't feel ignored and I guess I wouldn't really have noticed if they had ignored me anyway.

My friend Norma stepped up in a BIG way for me and was my care giver and chauffer for the day.  She said when they brought her into the recovery room I told her it was pretty fun and I'd do it again soon.
She also told me I asked her how long she'd been there and started on a list of questions and comments which ended with another query as to how long she'd been in there.  I guess I went throught the same line of questioning three times before I was supposedly lucid enough to realize I'd already said some of the things I was getting ready to say again.

She took me to get my perscription (which I only took that first day.  It made me feel woozy.) and picked me up some Cadbury creme eggs while we waited.
Then the sweet thing rubbed my back as I puked up my grape juice in a parking lot next to a church on the way home.

So.  Three days later it is NOT fun and maybe I'd ask more questions about just living with Lumpy, making him a part of the family no matter how bulbus and disturbing he may have been to some people.

I am not a trooper.

NOT AT ALL!