And now, here I am, completely lucid (well, as lucid as I normally would be) and chilling on the couch on a Thursday afternoon with just a little extra bandaging and alternating ice packs of frozen peas and pearl onions (which I have rigged in place MacGyver-style with a long scarf so I can actually sit up instead of balancing frozen veggies on my chest). Everything went really smoothly this morning, and I was only in the OR for about 45 minutes under pretty light anesthesia (don't worry, not so light that I had any idea what was going on - isn't it amazing how you know where you are and then BAM! You're completely out and have no recollection of what happened...miracle drugs...), so I moved through recovery phases I and II pretty quickly and was walking out of the hospital at 10:00. I knew I was myself when the PACU (post anesthesia care unit - I learned new acronyms today) nurse asked me if I'd like to something to drink and my first request (denied, of course) was coffee. Fine, fine, I suppose water and ginger ale will do.
Have to wear a largish patch/bandage thing for a couple of days, then I can finally take a real shower, then these paper steri-strip things will fall off in a week or so, and I go back to the doc on May 24 for a check-up and lab reports. Tylenol with codeine at my disposal as needed. Harrison makes a semi-competent nurse, even though he lacks opposable thumbs. And I have my real "nurses" on call with a scheduled dinner check-up from Stephanie tomorrow night. In good hands.
Also in Dr. Anita McSwain's good hands, as you can see from the "AM" scrawled across the appropriate side of my body - marked for surgery! I didn't realize I was serving as a writing surface today.
And at least I got a sweet bracelet (and not-as-sweet rockin' bruise on my hand from that darn IV needle):
Thank you, everyone, for your well-wishes, kind thoughts, and always appreciated tidbits of humor (ahem, Trinity) - I'm a lucky gal to have such wonderful friends.