I'm waiting....

For my Son to get home from his Father's house. He has homework, and Aunt Flo is visiting me and I just wanna lay down. It seems my surgery this last Thursday has turned out to be more a mistake than anything. I can't wait to talk to the doctor again because I am remembering way too much stuff that happened in the room. I am talking about being able to feel the cutting of my hand, the pressure and everything. And now I have bruising going down my arm and up my thumb. Something isn't right, I feel it.