The Road to Recovery

It's done. Done is good. And now I will keep feeling better a little at a time. It went pretty well as far as these things go. I'm uncomfortable any time I'm not just sitting still. And I walk around hunched over like a question mark. But having read about all the symptoms I could have had before and all the things that could go wrong during and after, really this is a breeze. They gave me the good drugs so I'm alright. Though the drugs do specifically say that they impair mental faculty so don't hold me to anything.


The doctor sent me a photo of Wilson. I won't post it because I'm sure most people really don't want to see. But if you do let me know and I'll email it to you. The consensus was yes indeed that was big. Random people who attended the surgery (ok, they probably weren't random, but there were teams of people and they all blended together) commented about how big it was.

Katie made me a poem. BMC is Boston Medical Center. She and Mom spent days watching me sleep. Once they knew I was going to be well that had to be the most boring thing ever.

I'm sitting in my room now. I can hear both TVs. Though I don't think either are unreasonably loud. I need to unearth my ear plugs and/or headphones.