I'm still breathing!

Howdy folks! I wanted to write a quick blog to prove that my surgery didn't kill me and that I did wake up. HOORAY! My doctor took pity on me on the day of my surgery and before I even went into the OR, he gave me some joy juice and I was out like a light. I don't even remember telling everyone goodbye!

Maybe he took pity on me because I was hyperventilating and crawling on the ceiling and had a death grip on the railings of the bed. Or maybe it was because I was hyperventilating and crying. Or hyperventilating with my eyes practically falling out of my head. Or hyperventilating.

Afterwords, I awoke with a big ol' neck brace on, and my throat was the size of a watermelon. Or not. But it was really swollen so I was forced to drink milkshakes for a few days. It's been 2 weeks now and I'm starting to feel like myself some. My throat still hurts and I sort of move like a robot but I've got a really cool scar. My story about how I got it is to say something like someone tried to jack my car and I had to fight them and got knifed in the process.

Cool scar, huh?