Just an observation...

Now that the stress of having to have and then actually having surgery is over I am here to report my findings.   Let me first start by saying that surgery sucks!  Any kind of surgery.  I have no idea why in the heck someone would actually volunteer to have any kind of surgical procedure done (for some reason I keep thinking about people who have butt implants done because WHAT?).  So Butt Implant people happily submit themselves to being poked and prodded by strangers, drugged up (jury out on how bad that one is though), cut up and I am assuming beat up (while under) and subjected to whims and whimsy of whether or not the nurse of the moment had her coffee or stubbed her toe getting out of bed in the morning.  I was, for some crazy, unexplained reason, super concerned that my surgeon NOT have a hangover that day.  Honestly, I don't even know if the woman drinks and I certainly did not want to ask her how her night was the night before so I just requested copious amounts of Ativan to help me not worry about this and the three million other things that could have gone wrong.  It truly is a situation where you have absolutely no control over what happens to you (and I found that sometimes no matter how nice and not a bother you might be, some nurses are just overworked bitches and should consider working in the lab and leaving the patients alone!).  Within six minutes of coming to some kind of level of consciousness in post op recovery I absolutely changed my mind (not that I had a choice on the surgery but oh how I wish I did!)  Yes, I realize that was way to late to go back but holy hannah that was not an experience I would line up to do willingly again.  At least I could comfortably sit down afterwards, that poor elective surgery butt implant crazy person obviously could not sit (I am of course surmising at this.  I truly have no idea of the post op recovery of butt implants - or any implants at all.  Who would willingly want scars as well?  I just don't know.)  Well, four weeks in and the truck that hit me has moved from Mack Truck (with a tandem axel trailer) to a Toyota 4X4 (lifted and covered in dirt for those visual readers) soooo progress no?  (Side bar: I never did work up the nerve to ask my surgeon to take a bit of extra fat from a few areas.  My sense of humor went right out the window and all I could think about was 1. Not dying and 2. How bad my hair was going to look after the surgery.  Both turned out pretty good!)