Just a quick update on my condition. I remain at my remote location in Iowa, healing up and seeing a physical therapist a couple times a week. Every day, in certain ways, I am getting better and better. Off pain meds, walking on my own a little (in carefully selected locations), feeling like a person again.

My time is dominated by trying to catch up on my graduate school work, an effort that is driving me nearly mad — mad, I tell you! But I carry on.

I was trying to think of my memories of surgery. I remember being in the pre-op waiting room, and the nurse beginning to move me out… then nothing. I have a vague recollection of being somewhere and being told it was all over and they’d be taking me to my room, but I don’t recall what that place was like at all. After that, a few days in the hospital, during which I was incredibly blessed by numerous visits by friends. My brothers sort of tag-teamed it to keep me company almost all the time.

My major fear going in was that, because they were doing a spinal block for anesthesia, I’d be conscious and aware during surgery. But if I was, I’ve forgotten. Amnesia is good. I could use more of it.