Cut-mas Present

[ritaxis]

I'm at the hospital now. I had my surgery at eightish and now it is almost five. Everything has been delightful so far. Something about the combination of my excitement over getting titanium parts to replace bone spurs as big as my thumbnail, the methods and attitudes of all of the numerous staff I've had to interact with, and the very clever anasthesia, has made this an enjoyable experience so far. The spinal hasn't completely worn off yet and the opnly exercises I'm doing so far are foot twirls and knee straightening and some upper body squiggles so I haven't had any challenges to face. It will most probably not be so much fun tomorrow! But if my  morale holds out it will probably not be hellish either.

The anasthesiologist said many reassuring things but he didn't name the medicine he used to put me under. He did say it was a different drug from a general anasthesia and actually put me into a more natural sleep. He said it was called a "deep consciousness" drug but he thought the name was inaccurate because I wouldn't be conscious. He actually deliberately woke me up somehow for a little while for some medical reason while there was still some kind of carpentry going on, so I heard some conversation and some hamering and sawing. This was not creepy though, a fact I attribute to the drugs I was on. I did get some swirly colors somewhere in the edges of consciousness, which was entertaining. They were sort of pale teal and yellow with clear dots and spiral cilia.

I expected to be foggy and non-functional this afternoon especially as I kept doing last minute prep things last night instead of getting a good sleep, but instead I'm chipper and a wee bit restless so I had Jason and Keith bring me my computer and help me get it set up. I am under orders from Jason to work out what's wrong with my Steam account so he can buy me Cities:Skyline to play. I'm not ready to walk anywhere until tomorrow, but I wouldn't know that as long as I just sit here.