Goodnight gall, goodnight bladder

Surgery is over, gall bladder is out, and I am finally home. Due to some bleeding I had to stay overnight in the hospital. Apparently the gall bladder was stuck to the liver and when they yanked it out the bleeding began. So I stayed overnight which was fine due largely to some wonderfully mothering nurses with their ice chips and morphine. I was hoping for a sponge bath but perhaps I set my sights too high. Nurses don't do that I guess. But nurses work hard and whatever they get paid it's not enough. I was largely silent in my delirium so it's not like I was bothering them, but I could hear people vomiting and groaning elsewhere and if I had to put up with that every day I'd go nuts. So more money for nurses. And more sponge baths for patients.

Morphine, by the way, is awesome and I can totally understand why someone might get hooked on it. I felt really good in addition to not feeling any pain, and when they switched me to percoset that was fine but morphine, yeah, a little euphoria going on there. That's not something I have every day.

And then I guess because I'm inappropriate or stupid, or both, when I got home I took my prescription to to the pharmacy, and when he asked me what I need, I said, "Some delicious percocets please." The lesson I learned today is that the pharmacist (who sees me just about every morning waiting for the bus) doesn't like to joke about drugs. My bad. Now give me my drugs bitch cause I need to get high and go online. W00t!!1!