Saving Elmo 2: The Plan
cynthia+2025-04-04T22:02:40-07:00Post-op, 8:30PM Saturday I awoke in the recovery room briefly, like a dolphin surfacing for air. Three brightly chattering lights orbited my head, nurses, asking if I knew who I was (mostly) or had pain (not much). I wondered mildly if I still had a leg, didn't care much either way. That's a sign they're giving you the goooood drugs. On [...]







