I'm to the part where the anesthesia has worn off and my head is throbbing.

Also the sutures on my arm are gnarly enough to make Jacob Elordi weep in envy.

Also, no Pilates for two weeks.

At one point they left me unattended in the waiting room for two fucking hours. And yes I poked my head out before then and tried to corral somebody. (They were understaffed all morning and there was only one surgeon running from room to room. Turns out you don't want to be there the Monday after Thanksgiving.)

When they finally came back to take my blood pressure, I warned him he was going to be getting my Very Annoyed Blood Pressure reading.