It's been a long day, but a good one. Belle was scheduled for surgery this afternoon and got into pre-op at about 1600 local. By 1800 she was in recovery, and I was calling family and friends to let them know the good news. Now, we begin the road to recovery. She is resting peacefully, with the aid of good medicine. Something called an "IV push" was involved. That's nurse talk, and as she is a nurse, she knew what they were doing, but calmed right down, and that's a good thing.
Better living through chemistry, that's my motto.
At some point during the day, I saw that the Ministry of Truth has been culled. Whatshername, the clown bitch they hired to chair it, has resigned. Mayorkas has egg on his face. Speaking of faces, if my dog had a face like Mayorkas, I'd shave his ass and teach him to walk backwards.
But, yeah, the Ministry of Truth didn't last as long as CNN+, which is quite a feat. It folded up like a cheap pocketknife.
I'm going to mix a stiff drink and go lay in my bed. Tomorrow is going to be another joyous day of medical mischief. Have I mentioned how much I hate hospitals?