I guess I’ll be drinking a few more Absolut-and-Red-Bulls for ya Audrey, while you make due with only having pain meds for comfort. 
Bottom’s up!
Damn you, Demise. Damn you! As I sit here drinking Red Bull. With a straw. sob clears throat “Hey, can someone spike this for me, please? No? C’mon! Just one lil shot won’t hurt!”
Ah, Sublight! I see you have felt my pain. No one warned me about the bricks, either; I thought perhaps they had done the ol’ soap in a pillowcase trick on me, just for kicks. I had to read about this common side effect of general anesthesia online; I guess the evil people in scrubs didn’t want to frighten me. (It’s actually a good thing, though; after 12 hours on a gurney with an IV, I was already a basket case before they even knocked me out.)
Good news: the throat is now only marginally sore, and the swollen upper lip from God-knows-what has subsided. I didn’t inquire how I got a swollen upper lip–I could feel the raw scrape where my teeth had slammed into it–and I don’t really want to know.
It occurs to me that if someone had filmed my surgery, I would pay a great deal of money not to see it. And come to think of it, I did sign a form releasing any footage.
Let’s just hope I never get famous.
Oh dear I sure hope you feel better. Sending you lots of love and well wishes from Tennessee.
Happy thoughts -->>>>>> Audrey
Err, that’s supposed to be me sending happy thoughts your way. I know how it is to slapped with rare health problems. I truly empathize and hope you are okay. Seems like you will be. Be well. 
Glad the surgery went well. Hope you get back on your ass soon.
I would be happy to donate part of my ass to replace what was cut out. I’m already quite half-assed so I can probably cope with being quarter-assed.
Get well soon.