Woe is me.

I had surgery on my little finger yesterday.  My right hand is in a cast, so I'm having to function with my left hand.  I am extremely right-hand dominant, so this is a major hindrance.

My surgery went well, except for my argument with the anesthesiologist, who wanted to give me general anesthesia instead of the bier block I'd requested.  We compromised with propofol (Jackson Juice), which I had for my colonoscopy.  Wikipedia says it's a hypnotic, sometimes called Milk of Amnesia because of its milky appearance.  It also says it can cause euphoria, and in rare cases, priapism.  I was pretty euphoric when I woke up in the recovery room.  When I saw the anesthesiologist, I excitedly proclaimed, "There's my little flower!"  My surgeon immediately materialized - he thought I was hallucinating.  I explained that I was Anglicizing Dr. LeFleur's name.  Surely, I wasn't the first patient to do that.  The Flower wasn't amused, judging from his forced smile.

There's lots more to tell, but typing this is excrutiatingly slow, so it will have to wait.  More later...