Yesterday was the big day. For the first time I went under the proverbial knife. Everything went just fine and I was back home by 6pm.

My surgeon fixed my bunion by cutting a chevron in my big toe and shaving off the lump at my toe knuckle.

After getting registered and checked in they take you into a prep room. Here they do the regular things like taking your temperature and blood pressure. They got me hooked up to an IV and then it was the waiting. The surgeon was running behind so I had to wait an extra 30 mins. The anesthesiologist came in and described what he was going to do and then the surgeon came in and answered all of my wife's questions. Then it was time and they wheeled me into the OR. The drug man hooks me up with the sleepy time drugs and shortly thereafter things begin to fade away. There was no count backwards stuff.

Next I wake up while be wheeled to the recovery room. I am surprisingly aware. The strangest thing was that I was lying there trying to rest and the nurse keeps telling me that I have to remember to breathe. How do you remember to breathe?

The Vicadin has kept me asleep mostly since then and that has been nice. I have been popping two at a time and it has kept the pain quite manageable. Now I have to start eating because the Vicadin is making me nauseous with nothing in my stomach.

This summer my Birckenstocks will fit properly on my feet.

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