Ow.

Knee has been hacked. All went well, and I didn't get sick from the anesthesia -- even had pizza for dinner. When I woke up in recovery I immediately asked, "can I go home now?" I had warned the person who babysat me that in the past I just came home and fell asleep after surgery; imagine my surprise when we sat around reading trivial pursuit cards at one another because I wasn't the least bit sleepy.

The downside: my knee is leaking. It has soaked through the dressing, so now I have to call the surgeon's office tomorrow and go in to have it re-dressed. Also, it hurts like a bitch. I have been keeping time between vicodan doses with television dramas. It sure beats biting a leather strap.