There was a line at 5:15 am to check in - I didn't expect that many people there. We were in the pre-surgery waiting room until about 6:30 when they brought me into the pre-op area - where I wore a nice purple papery robe. They made me take my cute underwear off. :( I don't remember saying "Goodbye" to my parents, but I do remember being in the operating room for a bit. Then, next thing I know, I'm waking up in recovery - and not feeling great. I'm guessing it was the effects of anesthesia - definitely a little nauseous every time I burped. I put on one piece of clothing at a time over like 15 minutes - and I just had to get out of there once this woman came into recovery - she was in a lot of pain and wouldn't stop crying; it was pretty upsetting. I felt bad for her, but at the same time, when you feel like I did, you're pretty blunt about how you feel. I was wheeled out, got in the back of my car, and my parents took me home. I got into bed and "slept" for about 6 hours - I say "slept" because I had to pee about four times. I'm guessing it was the IV saline. My friends - Sara, Morgan and Christy - stopped by with flowers and dinner and I hung out with them and watched some Hollywood Game Night. I went to bed at about 11pm - pain killers about every four hours.
I woke up today, feeling much better - I took a shower, being careful not to get the bandages wet, and shaved too. I took one last dose of pain killers and plan to transition to Tylenol later today. My Dad and I painted one of my living room walls 'Victorian Purple.' I have an interview for my college later this afternoon - I'm a Middlebury Alumni interviewer, meaning I interview applicants to my alma mater since they don't have on-campus interviews for everyone - it will be nice to get out of the house.