1 down, 1 to go

Operation was yesterday. Having come downstairs while no one else is at the gumdrop and being too lazy to go back up, I am siezing this as one of my few opportunities within hte next week to be able to write without vicodin being majorly in my system.

Here, for your enjoyment, is a list of things that will probably answer any questions one could have about the fun and games that occurred yesterday morning.

What time I had to be at the hospital: 5:45.

Who's an angel for coming with me/meeting me there: Sean and the Bub.

What information the hospital already had on me: My address from when I lived in Chelsea 23 years ago.

Here's where I was born: The same place they yanked out my bone.

Here's what they took out of my ankle: a bone roughly the size of a marble, which they WOULD NOT LET ME KEEP! (Fucking state law cocksuckers)

Here's how long the incision was: 3 inches.

Here's what the anesthesiologist did: put me completely under, and put up with me holding onto his finger as I fell asleep.

Here's how many stitches I have: Good question!

Here's why I don't know how many stitches I have: The incision is covered in gauze which is covered by an ace bandage (They close with velcro now! Such advances! Those old school pins on the end hurt and were very loseable). The ace bandage (who is this Ace?) is covered by tubular gauze which acts like a sock. The piece d'resistance is that over this whole lovely ensemble, I am wearing one of those booties that upon first glance I said OH LOOK ITS ONE OF THOSE WIERD SHOES THAT HOMELESS PEOPLE WEAR SO YOU CAN SEE HOW GROSS THEIR TOES ARE!

Here's what I'm better at today than yesterday: Using crutches

Here's who's worried sick about me 24/7 eventhough she's trying to play it cool: Grandma.

My life, as you can tell, is: SO EXCITING.

When I get up the motivation, I will grab my dad's digital camera and throw a few pictures on here. Just because I find this whole thing funny.