the other side

i had surgery on my knee nearly two days ago. and i will tell you that it was weird for me. i went in at five a.m. and stripped to my skivvies, put on a gown and footies, then let a woman shave my leg and another stick a tube in my hand. i was rolled into the o.r., quickly went to sleep and woke up in a recovery room one and a half hours later. that was it.

another woman woke me up, dosed me with heavy drugs and let my friends get me ready to leave, teasing me all the while. my friends giggled at my loopiness while helping me out of the hospital, and then my mom showed up to take me home.

home. i'm lying on a futon in the middle of my parents' living room floor, very sore leg elevated on pillows, icing it (twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off), and popping pain pills every "four to six hours," watching cable and trying not to go stir crazy.

and the funniest thing in all of this... the weirdest thing is... i think i'm ready to fall in love again. now who will be the lucky lady?