Esperando.

Waiting... for the drips to finish before being discharged. I remember being so nervous yesterday that my BP was 180/110.. A nice young nurse with little English urged me to be calm, and as I go to sleep “think pretty thinks”. I may adopt that as a motto - it was so sweet the way she said it. Today my BP was considerably lower. The 3” wound looks horrible, full of staples, but the surgeon was happy with the result - he said the compression of the ligament was worse than he’s expected, so it’s a good job I went ahead and got it done. Also he managed to miss my dragon tattoo, which is a plus.