It's over

I'm back home now and resting comfortably. I'm trying to go the night without the pain meds.

The surgeon removed something that looked like a lima bean (same size, shape, and color) from the back of my skull today. It's getting biopsied, but he doesn't think it's anything. The surgery was uncomfortable, but not very painful. I was awake for the whole thing, which took half an hour. Nurses paid more attention to me today than people ever pay attention to me in real life. Since around four, I've been at home and sleeping - I'm groggy and a little sore. One of the dogs woke me up tonight by licking around my head wound. He didn't end up shaving my head, just cutting some hair around the point of entry. If I didn't tell you about it, you wouldn't see my stitches unless you were looking for them.

Yesterday, my grandmother had a major four-hour surgery on her back. She's been in terrible pain for months, but her legs are feeling better already. She's in an out of consciousness, but had grandpa call me this morning and leave me a message. It was the first message grandpa - who hates to talk on the phone - has ever left me in my thirty years.

The source of the major strain/stress/pain in my life right now isn't over. That's next week. But two out of three ain't bad, for now.