Really, after all the boob-hook madness, the surgery was kind of an anticlimax. They wheeled me in, there’s a crowd, probably five techs bustling cheerily around and the surgeon wasn’t even in there yet. A crowd to play to, and with the assistance of the “happy” drug just shot into my IV? I’m game! The jokes were flying fast, the last one I remember distinctly was when they were positioning me on the table and spread my arms out at my sides. I said “Since you’re going to crucify me, does anyone want to be absolved of their sins?”.  Later, when I remembered this and was telling Pete, he was a tad shocked and pearl-clutchy. But it killed! The last thing I remember was hearing my audience laugh. They got that anesthesia going real quick after that particular witticism. I’m surprised I didn’t hear “Someone shut this bitch up” last.

I woke up in the recovery “room” (curtained area), I think I might have led this part of my act with some comments about my legs, but since I sounded like I was a record being played at the slow speed, no one paid me any mind. My legs felt like huge logs. They wheeled me down to another room where Pete was waiting.

I took a peek at my incision. Besides looking like it was cut with pinking shears, not too shabby. The surgeon says it won’t scar, we’ll see.

The surgeon told us that the path that the needle was marking was the long way to where he needed to go and that he took a piece of flesh the size of a hot dog out. That does it for me and hot dogs. We had to wait 3-4 days for the results of what he found in there.

Finally, I was able to put my clothing back on, and we left. Whenever I am ill or stressed, I want McDonald’s. I just wanted a large fry. I hadn’t eaten in about 16 hours. So we got my fries on the way home.

The log leg feeling lasted about a day and a half, but other than that, I didn’t have any pain.

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