K reminded me that, as I was waking up yesterday, I turned to the nurse and said, "where are my breast implants?" I then clarified that "It's not that I wanted to be a woman. I just wanted breasts!"
Meanwhile, I'm sitting on the 10th floor of Ben and Jerry's Hospital getting IV antibiotics and waiting for the infectious disease specialist to come by. I expect to go home this afternoon. I never thought I would be so happy to have a mere skull base osteomyelitis. (That's assuming the pathologists don't find anything that was not initially obvious. In any case we'll know in a week.)