Look at me! Sitting up! Well, I guess you'll have to take my word for it. I'm back in my chair and overusing exclamation marks.
I came through my procedure - which makes it sound like I had a facelift - just fine. I'm considering getting a cheery tattoo on my forearm, like good luck, to bolster the nursing staff charged with starting an IV on my puny veins - it really is a challenge. They work the needle like parking a SUV in a small parking lot, in out, in out, in out, apologizing under their breath. Nothing like giving them a quest, I guess. But thankfully, that was the worst of it because the drugs were just that good. I can hardly remember any of it.
Greg brought me home and went to fetch me jello and soup while I rested. I swore I felt OK until I passed out, barely finishing my phone call. I woke up in a fright, certain I heard the kids' bus and I flung myself down the stairs, sliding in my socks and nearly breaking my neck for kids that were still at school. I think this is why I wasn't allowed to drive. Something about lack of judgement.
I woke this morning, prepared to stay home and follow the doctor's orders, sensing I would feel just fine but I would use it as an excuse to watch TV or read. Truth is, I had to lay still because I was light-headed and queasy, hungover from the drugs. A nurse called to check on me and told me to take it easy. So I did and I am.
So concludes this wild toad's wild ride. Thanks for all the encouragement. It is so appreciated.
(Maybe I should have stuck to recycled posts. I still feel a bit off. Or offer. Is that a word? Going now...)