Surgery. Update.

After 7 tornado watches, several touchdowns, a few episodes of hospital television, a nice dose of anesthesia, one dilation, one dose of morphine, and two Saltine crackers later, I am home.

And I can breathe.

And not just breathe; but inhale deeply without any kind of surrounding sounds.

No gurgles. No Darth Vader accusations.

Just...breath.

And it's beautiful. 

And I hope it lasts.

Thank you to everyone who offered up prayers. I'm a little sore tonight, because apparently the ENT was a little surprised at just how much work he had to do once he got in there. But I would take all the pain in the world if it meant I could breathe.

And I can.

So I'm happy.

God is so, so good.