I’m fine, people, I’m back home from the surgery!
It was really funny that when nurses would ask me the standard question of “what do you think will happen here today?” to check if I was compos mentis, I’d rattle off the entire long and sciencey title of the procedure with relish. I didn’t get that college education in vain, it seems, and used it successfully to impress the nurses.
I was prescribed Tramadol which I know by reputation as the favorite recreational drug of the mistresses of Russian oligarchs. For that alone, I will not be filling the prescription. I’m planning to stay completely unmedicated for the recovery.
My main challenge currently is to stay in bed and not start running around doing housework and being a hero. I’ve started a new book by Anthony Trollope because that’s the only thing likely to keep me put.

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