Missing Time

Surgery went well yesterday and I am now port-less. Things are a little sore but nothing that isn't manageable. It's funny, though, what anesthesia does to you. They tell me they put in "twilight" which means you're really not asleep but afterwards you think you were.

After the procedure and you "wake up" you feel like you're fully awake and coherent and lucid, but hours later you have no memory of anything.

Jen said that on the way home from the hospital I asked her the same question or made the same comment several times. I have no recollection of any of that or of anything I said. She tells me all this stuff I said in the recovery room, people I talked to, faces I made. I have no recollection of any of it. I don't remember changing back into my clothes though Jen said I almost fell over. I don't remember Jen calling my parents from the car. I know we stopped at a gas station and I pumped gas but I have no memory of it. Weird.

Hey, maybe I was abducted by aliens. Isn't that one of the signs, missing time?

Whatever the case was, it's over and the port is history.

Now I focus on some exciting things coming up: I'm starting a new book; I'm training for another 5k for colon cancer in Harrisburg, PA June 13; I have a booksigning at our local Walden's June 20; and Jen and I are leading a Fireproof Bible study at our church starting next Wed.