Well, maybe I wasn’t “very” brave, but at least I wasn’t sobbing on the operating table this time. Surgery was pretty smooth, and the doctor promised to be extra gentle. Bless him, he mixed another drug (bicarbonate of something) into the freezing to take some of the sting out of it; he also used an extra fine needle reserved for infants and pansies like me. Ativan also helped. God bless mood-altering drugs.
Right now, my arm is elevated on the back of the couch while the freezing comes out. I was a sweating, crying, cussing ball of pain a few minutes ago, but I have gotten myself together enough to whimper about it on the internet. This part sucks. I want my momma. I want more drugs.
Tomorrow will be better. Thanks for stopping in to check on me.
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