WD-40, please!

Home at last! It just feels better sleeping in my own bed, even if I'm up every few hours re-upping my drugs. (Is that a real word these days?)

The strangest thing happened in the night. I heard a strange squeaking sound, so I rolled over to see if it would go away. It got louder. As near as I can tell, the plate in my head is squeaking! It makes a tiny squeak sound when my heart beats. Pam put her ear on my skull and said she could hear it, too. Maybe it just needs a little WD-40 on it. Or it could be that the skull will grow back around the titanium mesh, and thus stop squeaking that way. It only happens in a few sleeping positions, so I guess it won't be a bother to me.

Aside from that, I'm on the "normal" recovery track. I hurt quite a bit when the drugs wear off, and I sleep quite a bit when the drugs kick in. The other times I feel almost lucid and human--sings of better times to come. I expect this recovery to take a fairly short time (compared, say, to that hellish colon resection) and to have few side effects.

I'll let you know what else is happening as it happens.

Cheers,

Clem