Everything appears to have gone well. The anesthesiologist wanted to do general, so that’s what we went with. He promised happy drugs, and he delivered. I remember them wheeling me toward the operating room, but I never saw the place. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in recovery, without nausea.<\/p>\n
But if you placed bets on me being home by 10 am, you lost. I was comfortably settled, with the knee iced and elevated, on my couch by 11:30 am. Took the good drugs they gave me as recommended, was drinking water, and started reading “The Notebook” (picked up both the book and the DVD–James Garner is in it–but want to read the book first). I noted it’s by the same author who wrote “Message in a Bottle.” I still need to read that, but I love the movie, because it’s the first movie I’ve found that doesn’t have a happy ending.<\/p>\n
When my stomach started growling, Nancy and I laughed, and she warmed up the delicious, homemade chicken soup she made for me. I provided the crackers, and we had a nice lunch. About an hour after taking the “good drugs,” I’ve noticed I start feeling drowsy, so I took about a two hour nap this afternoon.<\/p>\n
I sent Frank and Nancy on their way about half an hour ago. I finished the soup and figured I’d check in here. Thanks for the well-wishes. Everything appears to be going well. I hope the ice is doing some good. I can’t feel it through the fifteen Ace bandages they have wrapped around my knee. OK, so I exaggerate, it’s probably only one or two, but I’ve been ordered not to mess with them. My follow-up appointment is the morning of the 15th. If I’m not still taking the “good drugs,” I can drive. If I am, I need someone to drive me–that’s taken care of.<\/p>\n
Congratulations to Holly for her 500th “chatty” entry. Individually, and especially cumulatively, they provide a window into a working writer’s life–which, I believe is the intent.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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