I came back from surgery. Here is what I learned

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So — plot twist — I had a hip replaced.

Titanium. Shiny. Strong. Basically, I’m now part Avenger.

From the moment I shuffled into that hospital at 5:00 AM — bleary-eyed, pre-caffeinated, and quite nervous (this was my first surgery!) — I was surrounded by believers.

The receptionist? Christian.

The anesthesiologist? A believer.

The nurse? Prayed over me.

The surgeon? Asked me to pray for him.

I almost said, “Doc, want to switch? You preach. I’ll cut.”

But I didn’t want to wake up with an extra elbow.

After the operation, they hit me with the biggest post-op decision of all:

“Turkey sandwich or peanut butter?”

I chose peanut butter. I figured even the best hospital turkey is still … hospital turkey.

But what I really walked away with — other than a metal hip and a