I’ve had extremely strange, vivid dreams about random things ever since the surgery, probably due to all the exciting drugs they’ve prescribed. Last night I dreamed I returned to work. I was super-happy to see all my work friends, and we had a lot of impressive-looking new employees in the department wearing beautiful suits, so it was sociable and fun to be there. There can be no doubt, though, that it was way too early to return to work! I’m pretty sure I was wearing my pajamas, and couldn’t quite figure out what to do that didn’t involve sitting at my cube smiling at people.