Had surgery yesterday morning and whiled away the time waiting to be rolled down the hall to the OR by drawing the IV in my hand. Never really got nervous and managed not to joke around with the staff inappropriately, tho when the male nurse Steve asked if I had any rings or jewelry on I said “All off. Even removed the Prince Albert.” My apologies Steve. Underwent the procedure with “Twilight” anesthesia so expected to have a foggy awareness of things. But, they were giving me the sedation in stages so I had very clear recollection of being wheeled into the OR, then they were turning off lights, commenting how quick and smooth things went and taking me back to the recovery room as alert as I had been on the way in. My anesthesiologist Jeff must be Morpheus himself. Minimal discomfort, dropped one tab of Tylenol last night, slept good, up and out for a gentle walk, breakfast and to post this. Back to the couch and my best pal, the ice bag. My compliments and gratefulness to Dr. Winchester and his staff, Dr. Jeff, dug my sketches, Steve, Nicole, Kim, Claire(?), and my pcp Dr. Vlahos and the rest of the caregivers at Evanston Hospital. My apologies for not recalling last names. Thanks to coop mates Dianne and Dianne for getting me home and the fresh cut fruit. Ink on a Moleskine watercolor sketchbook.