ok, i am awake and alert and lying on the couch. Everything went well. They opted not to give me any narcotics during the retrieval at all... just toradol. And actually, i did all right with that... waking up was much easier without the narcotics. He got 11 eggs, and said they all looked good (Ha! the rotten part comes later!). Will find out how many farts tomorrow evening.
Just as an aside... it is amazing how we get used to baring our voodoos. All sense of modesty in that regard seems to have now officially gone out the window for me. Case in point... usually, when i get into the OR, i have the iv in, they get me up on the table, and soon after, i drift off to sleep. This time, the anesthesiologist didn't put my iv in until i was in the OR. She asked me a bunch of questions, told me that my "reputation" proceeded me, and that she would be planning on me breathing the whole time. Liked her already! Anyway, as she is getting me set up, the staff gets me draped, etc. Usually i am asleep for this. They put a big 'ol light shining into my crotch and everything else was draped around it (at this point i was thinking about the Reproducers

). Dr. D walks in from the door with a full view of my now well lighted and draped crotch. He starts making small talk... asking me if i am going to be behaving myself this time, etc. Now ladies.. i am by nature a very modest person. So all the sudden it all hit me. How odd it is that i have become used to such events! It doesn't hardly phase me anymore... ok, the lighting thing got to me a little... kind of like the soccer stadium lighting

. But lets be honest... what the h*ll is there to be embarassed about at this point?
Ok, i am totally rambling, so the lortab i took after the surgery must be totally kicked in at this point. I am off to take another nap.
Hope you all are well.