Home From Sugery. Note: I May Be Down A Couple Of Days Or Such

Dearest Relations,

I am home Now. Got to my Safe Place right about 1745 this early evening and have begun the process of healing here in my lodge. With my wife, daughter, three hounds and two turtles. I am Blessed to have had He-Who-Touched-My-Brain conduct this surgery and know in my Spirit's that He took extraordinary care of me. As did my OR Nurse, my Doctor-Who-Injects-The-Medications and covered my face with an excellent smelling face mask and count backwards from two hundred. Think I got to 188? This doctor is the same anesthetist, (I'll call him Dr. Sam) since my first surgery a few years gone by and has well been each and every one since. Hell, I love him! And I trust him with my life. He "wurks" It every time and our repore makes me feel safe in my heart and eases the strain and anxiety of waking during surgery.

I remain under the influence of the morphine and feel mighty ready to get some time in my room and my safe place within it. My return in Dream World is immenat. Gladly, I say. Please Dream this pain, nausea, and dizziness right out of my thoughts for a good nights rest. I have begun the process of introducing new medications into my routine of taking medicine. Smoothly.

The site is covered by a sturdy plastic padded cup. Rather sort of a baseball cup, just round instead of shaped to cover the privates of baseball catchers. I will have to wear it until my next appointment next week. I get to wear a shower cap for a spell. Would love an attractive one - not plain blue or yellow. I want a nice and pretty shower cap. No, I have not seen the site of surgery. I have been in excruciating pain since I awoke from anesthesia and I don't want to gross myself out. Dig? I do wish to share that since surgery, the site has bled something dreadful, as in a copious amount of my beautiful deep red and warm blood has been shed. The kind that has slides down my neck and I not know until my bride gasps for breath and begins First Aid. Should this continue, a call to doctor and trip to Emergency will be reality. The surgery took considerably longer than planned and or scheduled by the Folks who coordinate surgeries. Somebody forgot that Mr. Duuuuude here as a very hard coconut. Been told so by He-Who-Touched-My-Brain, himself. Oh yes, I sure do remember Mom and Dad saying them very same words decades ago. Sounds like a ready made helmet to me too, don't it?

Doctor, has moved up my follow-up visit to Monday of this coming week, the 26 of March. It was originally scheduled for 11 April 12. But poop happened I suppose...

...my Crystal Ball informs and reports that there was an issue of some sort or another. Will find out then, for sure.

This is all I have to say.

p.s. Today was also a good day to be alive.