My surgery went OK. Doctor's bedside manner could use some work, though. He's an older guy, and always does that sort of "jokey" stuff that guys that age seem to think put women at ease or something, but it's really just annoying. Usually, I can deal with it, because he's a really good surgeon. This week, I was really just not in the mood for dealing with all of that while I was strapped to a table and he was doing really painful stuff to my hand. (An EDS thing is that we often need more local anesthesia than people usually do, and getting all of it injected hurts like hell.)

Plan for today includes art class at the local diversity coalition, working out at the community center, possibly getting a haircut, lunch out with Daniel, and maybe a bit of gardening later.

I made a sweater for Harvey, and he appears quite content with wearing it.

Hil that sounds unfun.

I hope the unpleasantness and pain is worth the results of the surgery! Quick healing wishes.

May the surgery bring lasting relief, Hil. I'm glad to hear it went ok, and sorry about the pain and nuisance.

At one point, I shouted because it hurt so much, and he said, "Why are you shouting? I'm not doing anything," and the nurse glanced over and said, "Don't listen to him. He's injecting the anesthesia. That's why it hurts." Like, I can feel it being injected. Don't lie to me.

Also, when the surgery was getting started, and he and the nurses were deciding what music to put on, one of the nurses got to pick (they apparently take turns with that or something), and it was some country music guy. The doctor teased her a bit about how she thinks the singer is cute, and then he pulled up a photo of the singer on his phone and shoved it in my face and asked me if I thought the singer was cute. Just, ugh. I'm already strapped down to this table. Just do the damn surgery, and quit it with the cute stuff. (Also, from that photo, the singer looked like he was about 17.)

Hil that really sucks.

Matthew came up yesterday and so this morning we were lazy and then had breakfast and then came back and took a nap.

It's been raining so this is a good way to spend the day. And it's distracting me from the fact there is still a small snake in the house.

Like, I can feel it being injected. Don't lie to me.

Oh, that is bullshit.

It's just, can't we go through anything in life without having to deal with men being irritating like that? (I've also given up on correcting him when he pronounces my last name wrong -- he always calls me Ms. Lastname, and he pronounces it wrong, and I correct him, and he tries to repeat what I said, and he still says it wrong. I know that there are a couple of consonants in there that get weird with my lisp, but he's saying the vowels wrong. And his last name is also German, and follows the same weird rules about vowels combinations -- ei is pronounced eye, and ie is pronounced ee -- so he should know.) (Also, Einstein is a name that people know how to pronounce, and my name follows the same pattern.)

Like I said, usually, whatever. He's a good doctor. He's fixed my hand several times. I have no doubt that this surgery will fix this problem. This is just not the week that I want to deal with his nonsense.