Ben told us later he didn't even have time to get nervous. They had him breathe laughing gas first and he never even felt the IV go into his arm. He liked the fact that the laughing gas made his voice deeper. He said he asked them several times when they would knock him out. The next thing he knew, Kerry and I were in the room and it was all over.
He kept laughing when we first walked in the room. Several times he said, "I don't remember anything!" Then he would laugh. He suddenly patted himself all over. When I asked what he was doing, he said, "Just making sure I have everything." Then he laughed. He said something about his feet, but we couldn't understand him. Then he laughed. He tried talking a lot, but his mouth was full of gauze and we really had no idea what he was saying. We just laughed when he laughed, and he seemed pleased and mellow.
When he said he felt well enough to walk out under his own power, we started toward the door with him. He wobbled precariously close to the walls until Kerry and I each took him by the elbow and steered him in a straighter path.
When we got to the car, we asked him if he wanted to sit up front, or lay down in the back. "You mean I can't drive?"
He was still groggy when we got home, but they had ice packs on him as soon as the surgery was over, so swelling has been minimal.
We managed to get a video of him while he was still a little loopy.