I made it through surgery. I made it through the night. I’m still in bed recovering (and will be for some time, I would guess), but I’m just so happy to be alive today.
24 hours ago, WonderDaddy and I hopped in the car to go to the hospital. 21 hours ago, I was being wheeled into surgery. Some time after that, I lost my boobs. 5 hours in recovery, and then they brought me up to this room, a teeny tiny room with a view of the city and the most beautiful sunrise I’ve seen since those Easter mornings at Stone Mountain (Highly recommended. The Easter sunrise service on Stone Mountain just outside Atlanta, GA, that is. Not the surgery. Unless you need it, of course). We had a little scare during the night, as my blood pressure kept dropping and my pulse slowed, but all seems to be well this morning and the resident was happy with my progress.
We’ve already been visited by a number of doctors, separately, and at rounds. My surgeon will come by in the next hour or two and make a decision as to whether I should stay another night or released right away (#$%@ U.S. insurance policies!). Either way, I have a room with a view and the most wonderful company in the world … WonderDaddy and all of you. Thank you for your beautiful comments, prayers, and posts yesterday. I am overwhelmed. And grateful. Just as I hoped, WonderDaddy read me your comments last night to help me sleep. But there are more to read today, and I am settling in to read them now. Thank you. For everything.
P.S. I will twitter updates throughout the day — you can find them on the right-hand side of this page if you haven’t already. It’s so easy to use twitter for short posts and conversations with friends….