Surgery day

And so today is the day. I knew eventually would. Of course what I didn't expect is getting that phone call in the morning to let me know that they had moved up my surgery from one thirty to eleven.

Andy and I found ourselves running around the house making sure we grabbed as much as we could to pack and stuff in my overnight bag.


We made it down here checked in and waited. Which seems to be a common them whenever you land yourself in the hospital....though at least this time while waiting it wasn't exactly midnight which meant waiting wasn't so nearly as bad and there was something on other than the local news. Its funny what one thinks about while waiting for major surgery. Most of which I can't remember but I know I was thinking a lot about stuff in general.



I am told it went well, though I am still exhausted and I find myself coming in and out of it. My pain is at times unbearable, even far worse than child labor.   I sat up here in an empty room for two hours before I finally called Andy where they had been sitting down waiting for official word that I was up here.



The good news, if there is such at the moment is the fact that unlike the two previous times I did not wake up to a tube in my nose, a blessing beyond anything at the moment.  Though I feel like I am going to throw-up more than  I did the last go round.


And while I still have enough energy I am closing this up. Tomorrow is another day.