I’m awake! My DH is here with me. He is feeding me ice chips on demand. I am very demanding. I was really freaked out before the surgery. I cried a lot. But I told the nurses, or rather, I bawled in front of them, and they gave me a valium. Then, we watched “Weeds” until it was time. I had to go to the bathroom one last time and then they took me into the hall. I saw DH in the room packing up the computer and I told the nurse and the anastesiologist that we had to wait for him. They said “Of course”, and that’s the last thing I remember. We had asked the doctor and the anastesiologist to give me an amnesiac so I wouldn’t remember going into the O.R. It worked as promised and I’m very glad they did it.

Then, I woke up in the recovery area and they told me that it was over. I did not believe them, but then I felt some pain and then I believed them. It feels like really bad stinging. They gave me some pain meds to make it stop stinging and about an hour later, they wheeled me to my room. I had to very carefully move myself by scooting from one bed to the other. I have a button to push when it hurts. Only I get to push the button. I push da button. Not you push da button. I push da button. My nurse has a cool duck (the wing is used both for day surgery and pediatrics). I’m going to be OK. I have a view of fall leaves from my window. I have my frog, Henri, and my dear husband is here, and that is awesome.

Thank you to everyone who sent well wishes. I love that I have such good friends and family that love me.

(transcribed, with love, by DH)