The story....

I had no intention of waiting this long to blog. But with a vengeance, my ADD is back, with very little sign of slowing.

Mentally, I am back to normal. Well, normal for me.

We arrived at the Hospital last Friday at 7, and I was taken back. Again, they did not have things needed, and were surprised that I was allergic to Penicillin! I got to talk to the anesthesiologist, and we talked about my commitment to not having Narcotics.

The nurse offered me a larger robe. Why is it that they are either for a 140-lb person, or a 500-lb person?

She then blows the vein in my right hand, forcing the IV to be in my dominant, left hand. this will lead to it's early demise later.

by 9:15 I have the not-relative of Penicillin in me, and I am wheeled back, and back, and back through the beige corridors of the surgical suite.

There are all sorts of instruments lined up, and I slide over, on to the thin operating table. The anesthesiologist puts the mask over me, and I am out.

I feel the presence. I feel hands running up my legs, this awful creeping feeling....

And, I'm awake.