( The Break )
So here's what happened with the surgery on 9 June. We completed everything on my to-do-before-the-surgery list by the previous night, and I went into the hospital with tutordennis in the wee hours of that Monday morning. I was excited and a bit apprehensive, but ready. Staff at the hospital were friendly and helpful, and the pre-op procedures were smooth. Smiling and waving, I let go of his hand as they wheeled me into the operating room. Stereotypically, the last things I remember seeing were my main surgeon, my anesthesiologist, and a half-dozen other masked faces over me, and the bright lights above the table.
( There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body's fall from grace... )
Also, I now have awesome-looking x-rays.