Captain's Log: Day 1

Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty I am free at last!* BL, my ambiguous moniker, dies with the last dregs of the epidural; I am Teresa! Hear me screech!

Those ribs and spine are finally out of my way, legs stretch, arms stretch, and, with that thorough yoga completed, I sleep. 

*Editor's Note: My first mate has recently informed me of the extent of my father's nerdom. In a nod to this, perhaps as a way to accumulate "brownie points" and earn my way towards a car in future state, I shall include the obligatory "Hello World" in my pilot. It pains me more than my time at Mercy to say how quickly I've been corrupted by outside influence.