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I had surgery on Wednesday. I don’t feel well and I’m losing track of the days. I can’t believe it’s Saturday already. I feel a bit delirious and I’m not sure if I have a fever. I should probably find out when my check-up appointment is. I wrote it down somewhere but I think I lost the piece of paper.

The operating room was larger than I thought it would be and I was surprised there were so many people in there. I remember seeing four or five men in scrubs but I had been expecting just the surgeon and the anesthesiologist. The anesthesiologist was really attractive and I hoped I wouldn’t say anything stupid while I drifted off. He gave me something through the IV.