Arrived early and without incident.

Got my physical therapy done while gowned in the surgical waiting area, and learned how to operate the angle controls on the back of the bed while I was at it.

The physical therapy uncovered that my IV would occasionally emit a droplet of pink-tinged saline. After the second time it did that, the IV nurse unscrewed the screw-on thing, wiped everything down, and replaced it with a new one, and put new film over the thing. The new one did not leak.

Made sure that all the medical professionals in the room knew about my allergy to the cut edges of transparent dressings.

I have a brand new port, and it is secured (the first one was not). It's the same kind, so I have another of the grey rubber bracelets and I won't have to change the information on my custom red bracelet.

I got Bizarre Love Triangle as my first song, and the playlist was okay but I didn't wind up singing along.

I was awake for most of it, and felt basically nothing except for how the table does kind of squash your butt. I was coherent by the time I got to the recovery room.

They did not cut the IV 3000 dressing, but I'm getting an itch at the corner anyway, so I may just be allergic to the whole damn thing. I have put on some benadryl cream to extend the amount of time I can wear it before I rip it off myself while yelling.

I'm supposed to keep it covered and dry until my infusion tomorrow, and I think we can manage at least part of that.