"Here we go again..."
~Myself, pre-surgery

"...Again, go we here."
~Myself again, directly post-surgery

Well, the surgery's done, I'm in a cast, and I'm downing pain meds like Pez. I didn't eat before the surgery--surgeon's orders--and naturally my head and stomach tried to jump out of me and find some food for what felt like days, but was actually about an hour before I found peace in anaesthesia. Projectile-vomited seven feet due to the dizziness and nausea from medication coupled with the still-lingering migraine. Hospital food tastes like ass, but you will eat it if you've not eaten for 30 hours and it will be the best meal you will ever eat for many months to come. Couldn't understand a word any of my nurses said due to none of them having English as a primary, secondary, or even grade-school level language, not to mention not a one of them knew what they were doing. Couldn't use the bathroom because they wouldn't let me get up; the chintzy plastic urinal they gave me did me no good ("You no make the pee-pee in here?" Well, damn, I've been pissing standing up my whole life, and I can't feel most of my extremities, you tell me why I can't). God damn, if I'm not happy to be home, I'm happy to be away from the hospital and playing WoW with my wonderfully kind and supporting guild-mates and talking with my friends, old and new, here. I love you all, seriously.

I'll probably get photos of whatever the hell they did to my foot soon. I can feel that I have an arch, though.