I live. I'm a bit sore and creaky and tired but mostly as a result of having to move around after 24 hours sitting on my arse. I suppose the masses of drugs and crap that was pumped into my system had something to do with it too. I'm off work until the ninth of January so I have loads of time to recuperate.
No dreams during the anaesthetic, it was as I suspected a matter of falling asleep and waking up elsewhere without any time having passed. My depth perception is gone at the moment too, even with the bandages gone off my eye, though obviously its not as bad now. No more stabbing myself in the cheek with toast for me!
cartographer has a picture or two, one displays my stubbly shaved manliness, the other displays the shado covering the wound (its pretty small and tidy)