Done with surgery.I have had to have two surgeries. Ugh.But the second one is the last and it is finally over; now it's time for recovery.On Friday I awoke to my dad basically busting down my door and scaring the shit out of me (I live by myself but have a friend over who is keeping me company, and eventually he is going to be my roomie. Honestly pretty soon). So I had to get up, shower, shave legs (cause honestly, I rather not go into surgery with fuzzy legs [girls I know you do the same when it is winter]). And then we were on the road heading to the hospital. We walk around till we get into the right place and get all checked in. It was a fast project and soon I was heading into Pre-op. I change into the gown, socks, take off all my jewelry and crawl into the bed. I swear I must have had to use the bathroom like... five-ish times. Dad was in the pre-op room with me the entire time. I have never really been able to get along with my father for years due to personality clashes.I must have had to mee