You would think I wasn't such a wuss. I am. I freely admit it. Just a few small procedures that I went under general anesthesia for, nothing major I thought.
When I came to, I heard the nursing staff talking about Girl Scout cookies one of them had for sale. Yep, I bought two boxes right there, while still under the influence of the anesthesia. Sadly, they didn't have the chocolate covered shortbread cookies , or I would have bought a case for my extended family and I to split. So I got to go home holding my prized cookies not too long after. Just the thought of them made me want to get over the next few days so I could eat solid food.
I realize now just how out of shape I am, despite my petite figure. I couldn't even walk to the mail box down the street without pain. Such a wuss. it's a shame, really. I should be running and jumping imitating Eddie Izzard. I am working on it though. I was told it could be two months. Sigh.
So, if you ever go in to surgery, get the good stuff, and hope there is a bake sale of some sort to gleefully depart you from more of your hard earned money.
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