So here I am, telling you that I'm doing swell. The minor surgery went well, I'm nursing 4 small incisions back to scabs, and I've learned that they will put an IV pretty much anywhere they whim. No rhyme or reason, just wherever they feel like it. (The vein on the side of my wrist wouldn't be my first choice, y'know?)

Also, they need to revise their whole "don't eat for 12 hours" mandate because some of us aren't hungry at midnight so we don't have that snack and when we're approaching a (delayed) noon surgery and we haven't had anything to eat in 18 hours? We are not amused.
Or anywhere near user-friendly. We told them to either knock us out or give us a shot of glucose to stop the crash, and that if the anaesthesiologist was busy, we just needed something heavy and hard and we'd do it ourself.
(I'm all about the royal We, apparently.)

So other than that, all's well that end's well (and I never knew what that meant but I use it with abandon) and now I'm starting to pack and clear off my desk at work for the little intern who will be covering for me (poor kid) and researching digital cameras since I want one and this is as good a time as any to obsess over something. And I'm nowhere near being a Mandarin-speaker and have no idea what bags to take for my various toting needs(shut it) and I'm worried it's going to raining the whole time I'm there, both cities, and I'm avoiding finishing a project and calling 2 people back to finalize a nebulous plan and I really, really need another day to do this travel-thing right.

Which I don't have, so I pity anybody who hangs out tonight with me...like MLB, who's house-sitting without the aid of a/c.