Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Matt's surgery went really well--a huge relief. He is zonked from the pain meds, but so far hasn't had any crazy hallucinations like he did last year, when carnies were hopping around and men with pompadours lived in the ceiling. And now we have a handful of shiny metal pieces that used to rest under his skin. I'm glad he's not a bionic man any more. I hope he'll be able to enjoy Thanksgiving tomorrow, despite his leg and his fuzzy head. I think he will. When I was in college, I had my wisdom teeth taken out the day before Thanksgiving. I ended up eating the feast slowly, with just my front teeth--and savoring every painful bite.