So my husband and I fly down to San Diego where a driver picks us up and drives us to the beautiful Hotel Lucerna where we will stay for most of our trip. On the 14th, Dr. Ortiz's mom picks us up and drives us to the MD's office for labwork and a cardiology check, as well as to discuss diet with the dietition. While there, Dr. Ortiz calls in and asks if I want to do my surgery today instead of tomorrow. Ok, guess so... So we drive over to the hospital which is in a huge commercial center, many stories high. I get into my private room and watch little people driving around in golf carts on the golf course that I see from my window. The nurse comes in and gives me something under my tongue to calm me down and then I get an IV drip bag... Dr Ortiz comes in and chats with me for a while, explaining everything they plan on doing. Finally, they bring me to the surgery room, and I look around, nothing out of the ordinary... I lay down, and I am out like a light. Next thing you know, I am in my room again, and ready to walk around... its only been about an hour... I get up and start walking around for about 5 hours, finally the nurse comes in and gives me a sleeping pill... I guess I was annoying them. Next morning, I am up, out of bed and ready to go back to the hotel.