I made it through surgery. Thankfully I don’t remember a thing. I was freaking out on the inside, but tried to joke around so I wouldn’t freak out on the outside, too. The last thing I asked in the O.R. was if there were any boys in the room and my anesthesiologist said, “yes” and I said my arm felt warm and he said that was normal… then, zzzzzz. Next thing I know I’m looking at some nurse smiling down at me and I said something which made her laugh, and then they rolled me back to my room where Bret was waiting. Pretty uneventful– which is a good thing.
Now I must sleep … but in case anyone wondered, I am alive and I have great help. Jaden even climbs up to snuggle with me about every 20 minutes or so. I am blessed.