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Great support from daughter Karen who let me tag along with her to the grocery store and prove I'm alive and kicking albeit with left arm under embargo and left shoulder really sore.
BTW, yesterday was the first time I have had an invasive operation where they wheeled me in a bed from Pre-Op to outside the door of the OR, then had me get up and WALK INTO THE OR UNDER MY OWN POWER, and when they were done with me and brought me back from La-La-Land (amnesiac sedation wore off - seemed to me like no time had passed), they had me get off the plinth and WALK OUT of the OR and get back in the wheeled bed for the trip to Post-Op.
The OR was huge, perhaps 30'x30', high ceiling, scads of tech, arched tracks for fluoroscopes, huge computer screens all over the place, dimly lit. Gave me the impression of being in the NORAD Situation Theater under the mountain, ready to launch missiles. Cool (literally and figuratively).