And so, on to the main reason for this trip. I'll cover the details in the thread I dedicated to the subject, but here's what happened on Tuesday.
@Liz got GCS.
Oh, and I got FFS.
I took a few last pictures of this old mug with no makeup or adornment, and was ready to go.

FacialTeam sent a cab at 8:15 and I met up with my contact, finished some paperwork, and was shown to my room. I put on the infamous paper hospital gown and really cute but really tight tights (to quote @SassyCassie, "they don't want you playing the Thrombone in the operating room.")
The hair transplant specialist came in and drew a bunch of lines on my head. I think it was a treasure map. Dig here...


Kendra snapped one last picture as I was rolled toward the operating theater. The sun was shining outside just before 9am.

They stuck a needle in my hand (ow ow ow), pushed the plunger, and bye-bye.
I heard someone calling my name (after what I'm told was seven hours) and I sort of realized I was sitting up, but I was still very much in LaLa Land. The hair transplant experts were doing their thing. I was in and out of consciousness for what was apparently 3 hours as they stuck follicles in the front that they'd stolen from the back.
Eventually they rolled me back to the room. It was some time around 7pm and dark outside. I got hooked up to a feeder line, and I felt mostly okay. They came in a little later and hooked up a pain killer. That's when the trouble started. I ended up pretty sick because of what was apparently a bad reaction to their pain killer. They disconnected it, looked worried, said some magic incantations, and eventually things calmed down. But no more of that stuff, please.
They brought me dinner, which I was able to eat, despite the unflavored yogurt we've already discussed. The pain wasn't too bad, the worst being the incision in the back of my head where they took out the strip of scalp to harvest the follicles from. It's not just the incision itself, but the fact that my scalp has been stretched to put the edges back together. I used to be able to move my scalp around, but now it's tight tight tight!
And so, for the record, here's the outcome as soon as I was coherent enough to hold a phone.

And with my first cup of coffee in days.

So, I had my head sliced up yesterday. How was your day?
Stephanie