I'M HOME!!!

[the_siobhan]

The surgury "went well" according to my doctor. I remember nothing of course, the anaethesiologist saying "We're going to inject the anaesthetic into your IV now" and then the same voice calling my name to wake me up in the recovery room.

Afterwards, in my room, the surgeon held up his two clenched fists together. "It definitely had to come out. It was this big."

The morphine pump is the greatest medical invention ever. No waiting for the nurse to come by with a big-ass needle when you are pain. By the second day they unhooked me and I was able to wander around without a pole.

By the third day I was bouncing off the walls with boredom. Many thanks to the people who dropped by, phoned and sent well-wishes.

I am a bruise wrapped around an brand new hole. My lower abdomen is black and blue and red and yellow and purple and green. Every movement is a new education in just what the stomach muscles are responsable for. And forget sneezing. Or coughing.

The best part: I completely missed all the September 11 posturing.

The most disconcerting part: I don't smell like myself any more. That's weirding me out.