My anesthesiologist wants to cause me bodily harm, but at least I woke up from surgery. Surgery went ok. “They’re” gone. I’m walking around. If the chemo didn’t put me through full blown menopause (which I think it did but started reverting) then I will certainly be now. So watch out! I have a license to be double bitchy and nasty if I wanna be. Well maybe not a license, but at least I have a plausible scientific excuse for my “uncontrollable behavior”. How am I feeling? I’ve felt better, but I’ve felt much worse. Itching to get out of the house, yet still lacking energy.