I open my eyes and I'm back in the smaller room from before.
"I made it."
I looked down to check that both legs were there. I still have a penis, I have a flat chest instead of breasts and everything seems to be functioning as normal with the exception of the obvious left leg. My knee bandage is thicker, cleaner and neater. I don't feel any pain. I'm rolled back to my room, I get lost in HGTV and then the phone rings. It's my mom.
"Oh yeah, I've been out of surgery for half an hour to an hour."
I'm not sure why I thought the nurses would call everyone for me if all went well. So, i made the rest of my phone calls. Dining services entered to ask what I wanted for dinner.
I couldn't wait to eat.
I can’t remember what I ate, but it had something to do with beef, some vegetables, dessert and sugary juice options along with canned ginger ale.
Somewhere during or after that meal something dawned on me. When my vitals are checked, “hi Mr. Crump I’m here to check your vitals,” the nurses ask, "do usually have high blood pressure?"
"Well you're on medication and a high dosage of antibiotics so it's not too unusual."
Has anyone stopped to think about the food I've been eating since I was admitted?
Food I don't normally eat and juices I don't normally drink?
At this point my body is being taken on an unfamiliar roller coaster on top of being motionless and it’s not happy about it.
Of course I’m on the verge of hypertension.