I'll be keeping this short tonight as I'm still fairly medicated.
The surgery, I am told, went well. I am in good spirits and feel generally pretty good. I remember very little about going into the OR and it feels like only seconds later I was waking up. I recall being very confused and was told by the staff that I persistently asked "why hadn't bravo section checked in?" Probably a reference to the organization of an Light Armored Reconnaissance platoon. I am feeling extremely inspired though because one thing I recall clearly is that as I began to understand where I was I felt an incredible, undeniable urge to jump from the bed and work through Ng Lung Ma one of our foundational forms.