The idea of the surgery soon started to scare me the most, as I started to hear horror stories from well-meaning friends and relatives. Mostly everyone either knows someone who has experienced joint replacement, or they have had it done themselves, it seems. The day finally came, after a hectic and emotional last few weeks of school. I was admitted, had a long wait to get in, and the next thing I knew, I was in recovery. The pain is constantly monitored with Mayo Clinic's "scale of one to ten", and I realized that the pain I was feeling at first was indescribable, and I really couldn't use the true number due to the possibility of alarming the nurses. So I decided that I would downgrade the pain when they asked.

My friends and family have all been so supportive and wonderful--with calls, prayers and good wishes. I will be up and around soon, and hopefully see some of you face to face. Take care and keep the good thoughts coming. I appreciate it.
I made a small video for my students--take care, and don't laugh TOO much. :(
I made a small video for my students--take care, and don't laugh TOO much. :(