With an undelivered Pre-Op AudioBlogger post, my inability to get through on the line for the past two evenings, and the overall Post-Op drug mentality, I’ve been rather non-communicative with the rest of the universe. Not by choice, of course, but by circumstance and vicodin.
Honestly, I’m not complaining.
I’m having a little bit of difficulty focusing enough to finish typing, but I am certainly feeling--
That, right there, would be an example of how zoned out I happen to be. I am so very zoned out. Zoned out equals Kelley.
Surgery went well, everything went as planned, and I have everything to owe to an amazing surgical team and doctor. And Kobe’s White Sauce.
What can I say? I am zoned.
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