I’m still a little stoned. I had to pee and i was hungry. They gave me saltines and cranberry juice.
No pizza. Dern.
My typing might suck. Sorry.
I can take ibuprofen. Oh praise the Goddesses!
9:30 am UPDATE: I’m waiting for Rose to pull her car up to the lobby entrance/exit but, first I they are getting me a wheelchair. Someone is taking me downstairs. That’s always the case when anyone has surgery. It probably add a couple hundred bucks to the bill, too.
I’m having a little cramping. But, it does not feel like Little Throcky is the cause. Thank God.
I’m hungry. I want pancakes. I want coffee.
On a humorous note: I already got a spoof call-at about 9:03. I bet myself it would not be a working number. Yep, I was right.