I Didn't Imagine It

I'm quite tired today. The surgeon took two biopsies on Tuesday. I'm still feeling the effects. I'm hoping he got it. The pain I feel from the surgery is exactly the pain that I have been feeling all along--just a little more sore. Mainly on the right side, but spreading to the left and sore across my back. So I can be pretty sure he hit the sweet spot. My stomach feels swollen and tight. And it still hurts when I breathe. Let's hope the two things he cut out were minor, benign cysts. OK? And now I'm going to heal up and get all better.

So that's it for now. I hope I have good news to share soon. My question is: The surgeon did in fact find something exactly where I was having pain. So there was something there--not my imagination after all. But what was it?

Someday I'll write a post about anesthesia. Is that stuff ever a wild ride? I just can't figure out why somebody would think it was a good idea to take as a daily sleep aid. While I was under the influence, I ended up having a weird dream that I was driving out of control down a steep hill in San Francisco heading straight for the bay. In the dream I was also asleep but I couldn't wake up. And my car seat was reclined. I was trying desperately to sit up so I could see where I was going. I terrified I going to hit someone. The car kept moving at a high rate of speed. When I finally did get to sit up, I noticed that someone had taped a piece of cardboard over the windshield. When I found the strength to pull it off, it turned out to be one of those letters you get through e-mail--you know, some scammer claiming to be a Nigerian prince who's trapped in his country and he needs you to send everything in your savings account to get him out? Then he will share his great wealth with you. Except in my dream the guy had a sister. I remember I then became furious that these foreign invaders had gotten into my car to put this piece of cardboard on my windshield--I was livid. Anyway, what a dream for only being knocked out for about 30 minutes, eh?