In the words of my favorite animated robot, “Bender’s back, Baby!”
Note to self: check for rare bleeding disorders BEFORE undergoing surgery. That saves time and effort for all involved. Life is a learning process! Also, it’s very bad to surprise your surgeon. You don’t want a surgeon saying something like “I’ve never seen anything like that before!” However, I’m mostly just happy I woke up. That is the most important part of any surgery.
Finally mentally alert again, getting all the scopolamine and anesthesia out of my system, though still low on physical energy. Fashion mags and poetry blogs were my sustaining entertainment for about three days, along with various episodes of Futurama (home of my favorite animated robot) and the Simpsons. Got the new issue of Poets and Writers and vow to read the whole thing today. Am totally behind in work-work (you know, the paying kind) and my MFA homework right now, but those things can wait until I’m better. Husband Glenn has been great, feeding me soup and ginger ale and jell-o. Overall, I’m feeling…thankful. Besides the angelic nature of the husband, many good friends have been writing and praying and thinking good thoughts and lending me family heirloom chaplets and doing remote Reiki and giving me medical advice and all kinds of overall good things. Thanks to everyone!