I’m alive! I got to the hospital at 9:30, my surgery was at 11:30, and I was home by 2. I spend the rest of the day sitting in a overstuffed chair with an ottoman with my foot propped up on a bunch of pillows, eating lasagna, snickers, and the occasional Percocet (which makes me feel itchy and pretty antsy, like I want to get up and do something, and clearly I cannot).
When I haven’t been itchy and antsy, I’ve been passing the heck out. I will be watching television, or eating a snickers, and this wave of sleepiness will wash over me and I will wake up twenty minutes later with a crick in my neck. I think this is the third time I’ve attempted to write this blog. I assume this has something to do with the anesthesia, or maybe all the lasagna.
Briscoe and I are training Mr. T (Briscoe’s name for Trav) while we are in town. He brought me a glass of water today, but drank half of it on the way. It’s a learning experience, but he’s showing real potential. He claims to be toasting me a piece of pound cake as I type, we will see if that makes it to me. I can’t be held accountable for the contents of this paragraph because of the anesthesia.
Sweet dreams my friends! I appreciate all y’all’s support and love!
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