My splinter's out! I still don't know what exactly it was, they had to send it to the lab. Sounds kind of ominous, doesn't it?
My nurse was hilarious. Turns out he teaches clinicals for the school I may or may not ever attend. Everyone there was really nice, and the whole thing went very smoothly. There was an one odd conversation, as I was being wheeled into to surgery:
RN: So. The anesthesiologist is going to give you the same thing Michael Tyson used to knock you out.
Me: He's going to PUNCH me in the FACE??
RN: What? OH!!! No! I meant JACKSON. He's going to give you what Michael JACKSON used.
Me: Ohhhh. Whew! Well, just don't leave me unattended then.
RN: Wouldn't think of it.
So, other than that, the fact that I'm on crutches for a week, and that it took four stitches* rather than the one I was led to believe it would take, all is well. It's just starting to get a little sore, 24 hours later. Hopefully it won't be too bad. I can't imagine it will.
I'm off to down some homemade soup and percocet. It's gonna be a fine, fine weekend.
*Does this mean it's going to cost me four times as much for the surgery?