Today, I learned some interesting things about myself: I really didn’t get nervous at all about my gall bladder surgery today…  I wasn’t expecting to be freaking out, but I was pretty calm the whole time. The only time I got a little choked up was when I was saying goodbye to Ethan at the breakfast table. At the hospital, everything went smoothly… we found the place easily, were on time, got checked in OK, and everyone I dealt with was SUPER nice. Big ups for Good Samaritan Hospital. Unfortunately I can NOT give big ups to the gown they made me wear… “Hey, how about another tie on the back somewhere LOWER than the shoulder blades, huh?” Sarah’s uncle David used his “Pastor Badge” and came by before surgery and prayed with me (a super cool thing to do!) and I went in actually a little before schedule. What seemed to be a 90-year old nurse wheeled me back solo — or at least tried to.  God bless her, she REALLY tried and was super nice… but after about 4 times banging into the walls and 3 times into other people, someone came to help her. After getting me into the ER, they helped me transfer to the operating table and then put in the IV, whereupon they said, “OK, now we’re going to give you a little something to make you go to sleeee…” P. That was all she wrote. I was out. Woke up around an hour and a half later, and much to my surprise, was not groggy at all. Nurse #7: “Hello, Mr Rezer… how are you feeling?” Me: “Um, I’m OK… did you guys operate yet?” Nurse #7: “Yeah, honey… we’re actually all done…” Me: (confusedly) “Seriously?” Wow – so weird. I totally felt like myself — and I suppose the pain meds were partially to blame for that — but I didn’t feel like anything had even happened. At 1:30 or so I started to feel a little pain, but on a scale of 1-10 it was about a 1 while I was sitting there and 3 when I tried to move. No biggee. At 2pm they offered me a carbonated beverage (WHY???) and Sarah and I settled in for the recovery. Some more people came in to talk to me, and then at 3pm I decided it was time to get up and try to go the bathroom. VERY interesting. Wow. All kindsa woozy and stuff sloshing around and repositioning inside me. Very weird. Sarah and the nurse helped me up, and as soon as I was able to balance myself, they helped me  down the hall. Came back to the bed, laid back down again, then we decided to do a crossword puzzle to pass the time… At 4pm I was ready to leave… SO bored. Time to go… all I was gonna do was lie around there anyway, so I figured why not go home and beat the rush hour traffic? Got home with no issues, had an Herbalife shake for dinner, a piece of broccoli and a spoonful of mac ‘n cheese. Everyone was amazed that I was home already — including me. Gotta love modern medicine! So overall, a pretty crazy day. I’m happy to be home and ready to start recovery. And now, as I like to say, “Here’s a little boobly”… Michael Buble that is… Here’s Feelin’ Good on Lala. Listen Now.