Once again, surgery (last Weds) went well, but I was bedeviled by a weird rare unusual side issue, of course, why wouldn't I be.

Remember dickeys (dickies?)? An article of clothing consisting of a collar from which a rectangle of cloth hung down? One wore them, if one wore them, under open-necked shirts to make it look as if you had another shirt on under it, without actually wearing 2 layers.

The collar was the surgical scar. Not a big deal. But the dickey! Oh, wow, they must have been placing, and then tearing off, amazing numbers of monitor sticky things. I have hives like you wouldn't imagine, from my dust mite allergy, and them removing every single layer of skin from my entire chest, up over my shoulders, AND around the surgical site, from them using a type of dressing that rips your skin off when removed.

It is a sight, and was absolute TORTURE.

On the other hand, they added benedryl into my muscle-relaxer/pain pill mix, and I had a FUN few days of torture before the pain meds started upsetting my stomach.

I am *not* a boring patient.