Not too bad.

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In one sense.  I ended up sipping quite lightly.  I fell down quite terribly though.  I ended up having just 'one' beer, and 'one' mixed drink.  Oh, and... posting... I pull those posts.  If I improve in time to review the posts I may put them, or it, back... in time.  Not sure.

I did get a message.  The surgery must have gone as planned.  If the microsurgery had not been successful they would have operated the old way and she would still be in the hospital.  Her message only indicated that she was out of surgery and okay, but no other details.  Groggy.  I called back, finally, just a bit ago.  She was just arriving home, so now I know which type of surgery was done.  She still sounds groggy and... well... post surgical.  I simply hope this helps with her sense of well being.  It's tough when organs aren't working right.  Can't do much about mine, if medicine seems to have finally helped a bit and I have learned, mostly, how to treat things beyond that... when I can.  So I am glad when surgery helps those who can be made better by it.

I didn't stay up all that late, or drink all that much.  And yet it pretty much wiped me out.  As well, I woke up really rough, as if I had consumed a great deal.  Odd.  I am glad to finally have beer back in the cave though.  I've had whiskey for a while, but just a mixed drink, often coffee based, twice a month, is about as much as I do.  If I add a couple of beers a week, actual beers, I think I'll be good.  Just another something different to drink, really.

I hate it when people go into the hospital.  You really never know if they will come out.  Even if they come out you just don't know how things will work out.  Later.