This is Part 2 to last week’s story.
In the morning however, just like a hungry baby, I awoke, ready to howl my lungs out. They were trying to time my morphine crash with the surgery timing so with each ticking minute, the onset of the pain in my leg grew. When finally I could take no more, they wheeled me down into the surgery prepping area. And ‘there’ is where the real fun occurred.