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By this time it was about 1:20 and a nurse came in and took my vitals and noticed that my heart rate was up, this let her know that I was sincerely nervous about my surgery I think.

I was lucky that they have a TV with free cable to watch while I waited out the next 1 hour and 40 minutes because they couldn't find an anetheiologist (?) to dope me up yet.

Sadly, the only thing that was on the TV was news that woman were having to dump out cosmetic cases full of what could be hundreds of dollars in cosmetics because the airlines won't allow any gels or liquids on the planes anymore. Cosmetics,what are they afraid of now, the lipstick bomber? Yes, they had to throw away lipstick. I don't know how many of you men know this but lipsticks can cost up to $25 each if you buy the good stuff. Not even compacts were allowed anymore. "This is just asinine", as my nurse said today about the computer software she had to deal with to do her job.

Finally, around 2:30 my doctor showed up to fill out some papers and sign my knee and shoulder so he knew what he was working on this time. It took until 2:50 to get me wheeled off to the surgery department and start the injection of sedatives.

Obviously I don't remember much after that, but I woke up in recovery at exactly 4 pm. So the surgery took less then an hour. I remember liking the dopey feeling of the recovery meds. They gave me something to kill the pain until I got my prescription filled.

Once I got myself dressed, hard as hell to do alone when your doped up and have a bad knee I will warn you. They finally let Jemal in to see me and prepare me to go home. They made him sign all of the papers because apparently because of my mental state I was advised not to sign any legal documents for the next 24 hours.

After being wheeled outside I had to hop my way to the car door with the help of a nurse and my wonderful husband. We decided it was best to run to Target immediately and get my RX filled and I waited in the car while he did that. I really wasn't in a hurry to get out of the car again and I wasn't wanting to go to my bed and sit for the next 3 days either. I really wanted to just drive around for a bit but I had to get home for obvious reasons.

Getting in the house was even more tricky then getting in the car. I had a hard time just moving my legs enough to pivot them out of the car. Then there was the 15 or so feet to the front step. The front step is about 8 inches high and with a bad knee and one just operated on it was hard to make that step but Jemal helped me again.

Once I got in the door I felt faint. I hadn't felt that in a very long time but I remember fainting when I was pregnant once or twice and I know the signs. I hurried in the door as fast as I could and sat down in the chair just inside the house. The ringing in my ears was getting louder and voices were so much quieter. I was worried I would pass out soon, but luckily I didn't.

The last big event that I had to overcome were the stairs down to my bedroom (which will be my new home for the next week or so until I can make it up the steps). I thought about sliding down on my butt like I did the last time but I remember how hard it was for me to stand up once I got to the bottom then and I didn't want to try that again. So, Jemal had to help me again.

After Jemal got me settled in he went out to the store and got me a well deserved Lobster for dinner. It was delicious I have to tell you. I hadn't been allowed to eat all day because of the surgery restrictions and I was very hungry. Maybe tomorrow he will make me some pancakes for breakfast, I can only hope (Hint, Hint). He makes great pancakes. Either that or he will go to McD's and get me my favorite breakfast of all an Egg McMuffin and a couple of hash browns.

I had been sitting in bed since 5:30 this evening and now finally at midnight I am able to hop my way over to my computer and type this all out for you.

I am trying to stay up late because I have been getting up at 6 am every morning for the last few days and no one should be up that early unless they are making donuts. I think it might be the Cymbalta that is interfering with my sleep. I am also on Thorozine now and that is suppose to help me to relax and sleep. It's helping a little with the stress but not so much with the sleep.

I am hoping that I can sleep in tomorrow and try to sleep through the pain. The medication they gave me doesn't feel like it is helping me very well and I might have to call him and tell him that in the morning. Maybe he will call in something better. For now I just have to take what I have.

It is now 1 am and I should really try to get some sleep or something. I just really don't feel tired right now though. However, if I want to feel better I have to at least get back into bed and put my knee up. Somehow I am suppose to keep it above my heart.

I have a lot of pillows and a lovely quilt my mother in law made for me to make my time in bed more relaxing and cozy but I still don't like being still for so long and since my last surgery I am truly sick of TV. Every court show is the same to me now. I use to love watching them but now they are like reruns of the same old thing.

Time to end this post and thank everyone who wished me well today. Thank you all so much for caring it really meant a lot to me. I also want to thank my husband for being such a good man that he waited there all day with me and made sure to get me a soda before he went to get the car because he knew I would be thirsty. He is such a sweet guy and I love him to death.