I got out of the hospital today, and the morphine and all the other crap is starting to wear off. Morphine is not as fun as I thought it would be. Once I came out of it I started throwing up. Mostly spit since I didn't eat anything the day before surgery and then dry heaving. The bed was nice. It must have been one of those memory beds because it would adjust itself to the postion I had been lying down in. I can't say much about the food since they mostly stuffed liquids down my throat. I look like Wesley from Angel after he got his throat slit. The line on my neck should disappear into a thin line after it's healed.