I was joking, before surgery, that I would come out looking like Nearly Headless Nick (of Harry Potter fame)... but I think it's actually more like Frankenstein's Monster, without the bolts.
Pretty much ear to ear, across the front of my neck.
But I have a voice.
And the back of my neck probably hurts more than the front, which mostly feels a little squeezed still.
I told Randall he should take a picture of my flesh wounds so that in a year, when I'm bummed out by the scar, I can look at the picture to see that it IS better than it was.
I really shouldn't be writing, I think, as the room is still swimming a bit... but, there you have it.
I'm home. I'm self-medicating. I'm mending.
That's enough for now.