Howdy y'all, I had my surgery Tuesday morning and I guess it went well. Nobody spoke to me about it in recovery which I thought odd...then again the whole day was odd.

Aside from my 78 yr. old mom falling in the waiting area and ending up with a quarter sized, goose egg over her right eyebrow all went well. This is the 2nd time in 3 years my allegedly, responsible adult has had an 'issue' the day of my surgery. The last time I was living in Jersey but had surgery in Pennsylvania. My idiot friend decided to stop at Walmart for an oil change while I got my prescription filled. Her check engine light came on and she freaked out because she knew she was supposed to have had an oil change like 2 weeks before. This was after I had informed her 3 times I was in pain and just wanted my drugs and to go home and sleep.

More on all that later . They've got me on some wonderful pain meds and I am starting to feel a bit woozy.