They took me down to the OR around 5:30 and began surgery promptly at 7:00 this morning. The last thing I remember asking the surgeon before I blacked out was, "Will the plate and screws you're putting in my wrist cause me to set off the metal detectors at the airport?" Because I travel so often, you know. We finally convinced the surgeon that I did not need to spend a second night in the hospital, and I was discharged around 4:00. Imagine I'm singing "We are the Champions" as Seth snapped this parting photo.
