Surgery is dunzo

But please hire a decorator.

I’ve had the surgery. It’s done. Next up, recovery and then radiation. I’m so far not in too much pain and for once I am open to doing the drugs. Historically I refuse opioids, maybe to a stupid degree, but I’ve decided that cutting out parts of my body warrants a stronger pain medicine than Tylenol.

I spent the night in the world’s most horrendously decorated hospital room. I get that they have other focuses, but really, this room is obscenely ugly. My eyes, my bloody eyes. They haven’t redecorated since before I was born, which possibly happened in this room. I hope I get a comment card. Design matters.

I’ve had really, really lovely nurses and have no care complaints. At least they’re nailing it where it counts.