D came through the surgery okay, and I brought him home last night.  He spent the night on the couch - he said that he didn't think he'd be able to manage the stairs last night (was full of percocet and still drowsy from the anesthesia) - and when I got up this morning he was walking around the kitchen on his crutches. He's been bearing a little weight on his leg today and has been using his CPM (Continuous Passive Motion; it bends and straightens his knee a few degrees) and pain med...

Well, i'm back. A little fuzzy around the edges......and really fucking sore. The surgeon removed an egg sized lump of tissue from my breast. He said that it looked like scar tissue. We summised that when I had the truck accident last fall my seat belt, in addition to breaking a lot of bones in my chest, tore off some of my breast tissue and my body then went into overdrive trying to repair itself and created a large amount of scar tissue. He said he had to cut the lump into two pieces...

I'm in a fantastically shitty mood today. It started with the 'Pascal's Wager' fiasco. That was a wonderful way to start the day, I should have know that would happen when I first posted it....oh well, hindsight and all that. That, combined with my nervouseness and trepidation about tomorrow has served to make me a fucking bitch to be around. You know, I thought that I'd be tearfully scared, and I havent been. I had a bit of a blub this afternoon, but got over that pretty quickly...n...