Glad to report that the surgery is done and we're back home, doing our usual evening routine: Dwayne is eating chips and dip and I'm drinking hot lemon water while watching "Blue Bloods". Ah, home!

Dwayne took a Tylenol with a sleep agent last night and slept like a baby so I got to lie there all night and listen to him breathe and hope his cold wasn't getting worse. Unlike mine which slowly grew to a major sinus cold with laryngitis. Niiiiice. 

It was a longer than expected day at the hospital because Dwayne thought his surgery was at 9, turns out it was 10 but he didn't go in until 11! I had taken the first 68 pages of my novel with me so managed to get 2/3 of the way through it in a quiet cafeteria. 

What Dwayne had done was basically a shoulder refit. He has three pins to which the bicep muscles are reattached and his collar bone joint or something along with his rotator cuff were fixed. Between his stoned-baby impersonation post-op in the hospital and my fuzzy head, the details might be a little sketchy! All we care about is that the surgery is finally done, with no surprises, no complications, and now Dwayne can start healing. I'm surprised at how quickly the surgeon wants him moving his right arm and returning to physio.

Ah! Just went to take a photo of Dwayne sitting in his recliner, wearing in his elaborate sling and eating chips -- but the batteries in both cameras are dead!

"Draw a picture," Dwayne said.