Day Two

It has been a weird twenty four hours. I came home from the hospital with a splitting migraine that would not abate. 

I had been given anesthesia that was comprised of versed and fentanyl. I have a somewhat spotty record with the former, once had a terrible reaction and a serious aversion to the latter and frankly any opiate for that matter. 

I slept some and then had a strange case of aphasia in the middle of the night. I could not come up with the name of an acquaintance in town who I have known for years but rarely see. Undoubtedly it was because of the narcotic cocktail, which made me feel terrible.

I opened the computer at two in the morning and started searching for friends of this person, who happens to be a guitar player of some renown. Looking for a name or a clue. 

Still nothing.

It bothered me that my memory, which is usually pretty freaking amazing, could not come up with a name for the face in my mind's eye.

I ended up going through every contact on my phone until I saw his name, which starts with G. This took a long time.

I don't know if I have done a top to bottom search of my contact list for years and was startled at the number of people who are no longer sharing our space on this earthly firmament. Pretty close to even. Truth is I can't bear to delete those souls that have been previously deleted by fate.

Guess I could still edit those few that still walk this earth but I just can't stand...

The headache continued this morning but not as bad as yesterday. I am not supposed to lift anything heavier than a phone or glass and not drive for 48 hours. I never saw the surgery instructions until this afternoon so I have struck out on a host of things, what do you mean I wasn't supposed to drive or take a bath? But I still feel almost okay and have not started spurting blood out of my arteries or anything.

The brain fog is starting to fade. Now I know what it feels to be a normal muggle. 

Frightening.

Hopefully I will feel better tomorrow. I have a lot to do this week.