Highlights of the surgery included:
-- One of my anesthesiologists was named Igor. Really. You have no idea how much I enjoyed having an Igor assisting.
-- They gave me nitrous before sticking me with any needles. This is clearly the way to go with needles.
-- Nurse Mary in the recovery room was very nice and actually let me stay there for several hours recovering, including juice, crackers, a toy, a story, and two naps (yes, anesthesia regresses you to four years old) before I left.
-- Going home the same day. Better to be miserable in your own bed.
-- According to the surgeon, it was a great surgery. I wouldn't know. I wasn't there.
-- The administrative work at the hospital sucked. Starting with the bit where they moved the surgery up by an hour and didn't tell me about it.
-- The anesthesiologist who was not Igor forgot my name in the operating room, even though I had two ID bracelets, one on each arm. She kept calling me "Jessie," which is not my name. Fortunately, I wasn't completely under, so I was able to remind her that I am a Pony, not a Jessie. And then, for good measure, that they were going to take out my appendix. I don't know what surgery Jessie had scheduled, but I wanted none of it.
-- I have a very sore tummy, and walking three blocks to the grocery store is hard. I am not accustomed to this, and it sucks.
-- I'm not supposed to lift anything heavy for six weeks. They define heavy as "over ten pounds." Clearly, this will present problems that I must deal with.
But I'm back, I have no appendix, and I am being lovingly taken care of. All this is good.