surgery

As lots of you know, I've had surgery 2 weeks ago. It obviously went well (otherwise, I wouldn't be writing now). I had the choice between having a local anesthetic (is that how you write it???) or being totally asleep. Since I'm not very good with needles and blood and anything involved in a surgery, I asked to sleep through it.
You know, lots of people tell you how they were told to count and fell asleep in the middle. Not me. I don't remember anything. I remember passing the doors and I have a vague recollection of a black bed with armrests (and I'm not sure it ever existed). The next thing I remember is this blurry guy in green looking at me and saying: "well! she's finally waking up!" At the same time, I was thinking "hey! they forgot to operate me!"
Ah... The joys of too much painkillers!
Anyway... I spent a few days in a sort of surreal reality with lots of morphine related painkillers and wasn't very happy when the took out my "happy pump". It was a little gadget with which I could send painkillers straight into my leg so that I wouldn't feel anything. They stopped it once and it hurt like hell! I didn't want them to do it again!! But they did...
So now, here I am... I've been back home for 10 days now. But that's another story altogether...