Excuse me.

Hi! Surgery went well. The whole thing was pretty surreal, but mostly painless. I got there at 6:30AM and checked in. I waited with my mom and Caleb while they got my bed ready. Once it was all set, they brought me back. It was in a long room with several beds with curtains in between. Low ceilings. My nurse was an Irish lady, and when she told me that she was about to draw some blood, I said, "Help yourself!" She laughed and that comforted me. Mom and Caleb were able to join me once they had the IV set up. I had this weird inflatable heated blanket on top of me. It was like a pool raft. In the early morning, it fascinated me.

Haha and then the nurse came back and gave me some stuff to relax me, and as she's putting this shit in my IV, she says something like, "Sweet dreams," or "See you later," but in like an almost ominous way, and it just cracked me up. Caleb says I was also pretty focused on getting a chocolate croissant afterwards, which I ended up NOT getting in favor of a smoothie and chocolate torte, but OKAY.

I also remember getting into the operating room and my doctor saying "OH my goodness, your fiance is adorable. You both have the cutest faces, you look so cute together!" and thinking to myself "Are we girl-talking while I'm on drugs right now because OH GIRL lemme tell you somethi--zzzzzzzz"

When I woke up, I stared at the clock for a long time before someone noticed I was awake. I stood up pretty quickly, and the nurses said I was the easiest patient all morning. Al on drugs was really proud of that for the rest of the day. I even brought it up to Caleb later because I was so impressed with myself. They rolled me out in a wheelchair and then Caleb took me to Whole Foods to pick out whatever I wanted. Yeah, no nausea with anesthesia. Opposite, actually. I've been eating a lot the last three days.

Which, you know, has to stop because I can't work out for a while.

But anyway. I have a check up in 6 weeks. Hopefully this is behind me now. But the time off was nice.