Alive. Bored. Iced. Cranky. Hurting. Tired. But I can't stop laughing.
Remembering what I told the staff at the operating room.

"You people should learn sign languaje. The chit chat bothers me."
The butcher stopped the stiletto, and like for ten seconds, life came to a stop.
Then he said in a very meek voice: "we can play some music."
"That's a great idea". I said.

There were more of my "comments", specially with the anesthesist.
"You know you can kill people." "And I can save lifes too".
"Good comeback." Then we fought for the time of my meal, amount of anesthesia, etc.
I can't forget La Bruja got a heart attack from too much anesthesia.

More later. I can't see nor I'm supposed to have my eyes open.

Cheers.