I warned the nurses that I might start telling dirty jokes.  They encouraged me, so I rattled off some of my best one while I was being prepped for surgery.  The doc carefully clippered just a small patch of hair so I could comb more hair forward and cover the wound.  Then they gave me the sleepy drugs and evidently I stopped in mid-joke because they had to remind me where I was as I came out.  Couldn't leave without the punch line.

The really neat thing is that they glued me back together.  I could wash my face and hair right away.  No going back to get stitches removed.  And once the iodine was washed off, I don't look all that bad at all.  Now we wait for results.  May this be the worst I have to deal with.

Kyle came to pick me up and brought a box of ripe figs to break my fast.  He is SO good to me!  The drugs tend to constipate me so this was a perfect solution.  I do love that man!  He thinks of everything. What a sweet, succulent, delicious multi-purpose treat!

I have put on three pounds in the past four days.  Prednisone is fattening.  But we are going to the State Fair today,  so I will get in lots of steps, and that will help.  I do love the fair.  I'll take pictures!