It's great to have a surgical team with a sense of humor. I got a sinus swab for MRSA, and told the nurse that I used to date a woman named MRSA...or was it Martha. And she cracked up. The anesthesiologist told me he was inducing with Propofol.. I said "Jackson Juice. Will I be able to moonwalk when I wake up". Not missing a beat, he said "Can you moonwalk now?" Yes, I use humor to deal with stress. And then it was dark...

I recall a brief argument with the post op team. I wanted to roll on my side, and they preferred that I didn't. I hope I wasn't thrashing or anything. Then I woke up again. I apologized if I was any trouble, and the nurse said they were used to people coming out of anesthesia

Not much else to say. Spent the night, drank about 3 liters of water (I must have been dry). Friday morning they yanked two IV's and an arterial line, I got dressed, walked the hallway a bit, talked to my doctor, and went home.Just walked about a half mile, and I'm done for now, I'm a bit sore, even my neck and back. And I feel like a Proud Boy kicked me in the groin. A 10 pound weight restriction? My roaster weighs more than that, and the turkey is 20 lbs. Oh, well. That's what children are for, eh.

Thanks for the conversation and support. I think I'm good, or I will be when the pain meds kick in. Thanx again.

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