The surgery happened the other day, and now I am just at my house recovering. I drove to the hospital at around six thirty in the morning, was prepped and then met with the anesthesiologist, who put an I.V. in my arm and then gave me some medicine to calm me down. I vividly remember my hands shaking because I was nervous and then they stopped once the medicine was in me. Next he stuck a huge needle in my shoulder and squirted stuff into the nerves to block them out, he showed me an ultrasound of it which was incredibly cool. The next thing I knew I was being wheeled into the operating room and when the surgeon picked up my arm and put it on a table I felt nothing. I woke up in a bed a little later, sawing weird things, then I drifted in and out of sleep. When I woke up again, I moved to a chair and ate some food, then they took the I.V. out, helped me walk around a little bit and sent me home.