Unfortunately I didn’t get to see the surgeon today, because she went out of town for the weekend. I feel like we have a strange relationship – I’ve only spoken to her twice, yet I have extreme gratitude for what she’s done for me. I just want to hug her so hard and cry and tell her thank you and I love you – but that’s probably not appropriate so maybe a card? Anyway, I’m sad she’s not here. My plastic surgeon did stop in, who I am also very, very grateful for, and I have placed my utmost trust in him to make me look great again. Not only because I have to, but because I believe he will. He asked me when I wanted to go home. I said today, and he said ok. Hooray! I didn’t sleep well last night because my bed is up at an angle and I can’t get the pillows to work for me so that my head is comfortable. Poor Matt was no better off, all the cots were taken so he got to sleep in a recliner they wheeled in for him. And he had to get up every 10 minutes to fix my pillows. Cheers to our own beds tonight!