My surgery went as planned. If I owned a medical dictionary or had my sister and personnel medical team handy I would try to give you textbook definitions, but since I have neither We'll have to settle with this; they cut me down the middle, cut out some of the bad parts,welded the pipes back together and made it all look and feel better. I know this isn't the best explanation maybe it's the heart monitor on my finger making it hard for me to type, or perhaps I should blame it on the Morphine that's been flowing like honey, or just the simple fact that it is my spring break.. Next week school starts again, and I've signed myself up for an extremely challenging schedule of classes in order to get myself back into the swing of things-all of which are online-so i'll be able to return to Savannah slightly later than my classmates.

For now I'm still in the hospital, enjoying my new multicolored collection of treaded socks, and where the hardest decision is which flavor juice to have for your liquid diet(apple,cranberry,or grape)

I also haven't shaved for awhile, and I look like a mixture of John smith from Pocahontas and Vincent Van Gogh's Self portrait.

Finally, I've never realized how many people I have in my life that care about me. This experience as less than ideal as it once felt, has shown me how many people truly care, and it's made me realized how blessed I am.

As for now-time heals all.