Just a quick note tonight after a long day. The surgery went beautifully, as did the anesthesia this time. No one was taking chances on a repeat aspiration.
I confess to being a bit weepy and nervous about it. Banjo Man was not. He assured me that I was going to be treated like a queen and I was.
The man has been right a lot lately. I’m finding it a bit disconcerting.
I hope to go home tomorrow. With Percocet, despite the medical community worrying that I will become one of those sad people in the van on Season 5 of BOSCH.
All is well.