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talktoolooseMy leg seems stronger today and I'm hobbling around with a cane instead of crutches. I continue to be tired and I'm trying to respect that, but it's easy for me to feel guilty about not GETTING STUFF DONE!
The day of the operation went very well. We got to the hospital on time and the nursing staff was excellent. I got hooked up to a saline drip and antibiotic drip in the day surgery prep/waiting room and that was a bit spooky. It was suddenly all happening for real. They wheelchaired me into the operating room where this guy kept saying, "Not ready yet!" as he cleaned up the operating table, like they were clearing the table in a restaurant before you sat down.
It was very strange as the doctor and the anaesthetist arrived and everyone was just hooking things up and chatting and laughing. I guess I sort of imagined being wheel magically in on a stretcher with glowing blue high-tech lights and everyone all ready to go, like I would be on a silent conveyor belt into the hands of science. But in fact, I had to scramble out of the chair and onto the table myself, trying not to rip the IV out in the process.
The anaesthetist confused me by asking if I wanted to go to sleep or not. This after I had to have a general checkup and bloodwork preperatory to general anaesthesia and had received all sorts of cheery pamphlets on the subject. I asked him what my other options were and he said I could have a spinal to freeze my lower half. I imagined the horror of being cut at and tugged upon while semi-conscious and said, "thanks, but I'll sleep". He gave me something that burned in my IV and told me it was just some kind of relaxant. I said, "Oh, I'm already feeling woozy" and that was the last thing I remembered until I woke up in the recovery room a couple of hours later.
As I came back to consciousness, I felt more relaxed and peaceful than I can remember feeling in years. Snake told me I looked five years younger. It was all great until I got dressed back in the day-surgery area and fainted after coming out of the washroom. It was so weird because I stumbled over to a chair to sit down, dropped my head between my knees to get myself over it and the next thing I knew, I was awakening again with two nurses staring at me. I asked how long I'd been out and they said "two seconds." From my perspective, it could just as easily have been two hours. It's strange, completely checking out like that. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I generally know the time without looking at the clock, but here I just ceased to exist.
For the past two days, I've been sleeping and watching my way through a six hour documentary on the Broadway musical.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
appelle brought me a get well card on the first day and bought apples for me yesterday. She rocks and is highly recommended.
I don't have much pain at all and am going to try to avoid my Tylenol 3's because I haven't taken a crap since Thursday morning and the codeine in them is not helping.
Bye, I'm woozy.
The day of the operation went very well. We got to the hospital on time and the nursing staff was excellent. I got hooked up to a saline drip and antibiotic drip in the day surgery prep/waiting room and that was a bit spooky. It was suddenly all happening for real. They wheelchaired me into the operating room where this guy kept saying, "Not ready yet!" as he cleaned up the operating table, like they were clearing the table in a restaurant before you sat down.
It was very strange as the doctor and the anaesthetist arrived and everyone was just hooking things up and chatting and laughing. I guess I sort of imagined being wheel magically in on a stretcher with glowing blue high-tech lights and everyone all ready to go, like I would be on a silent conveyor belt into the hands of science. But in fact, I had to scramble out of the chair and onto the table myself, trying not to rip the IV out in the process.
The anaesthetist confused me by asking if I wanted to go to sleep or not. This after I had to have a general checkup and bloodwork preperatory to general anaesthesia and had received all sorts of cheery pamphlets on the subject. I asked him what my other options were and he said I could have a spinal to freeze my lower half. I imagined the horror of being cut at and tugged upon while semi-conscious and said, "thanks, but I'll sleep". He gave me something that burned in my IV and told me it was just some kind of relaxant. I said, "Oh, I'm already feeling woozy" and that was the last thing I remembered until I woke up in the recovery room a couple of hours later.
As I came back to consciousness, I felt more relaxed and peaceful than I can remember feeling in years. Snake told me I looked five years younger. It was all great until I got dressed back in the day-surgery area and fainted after coming out of the washroom. It was so weird because I stumbled over to a chair to sit down, dropped my head between my knees to get myself over it and the next thing I knew, I was awakening again with two nurses staring at me. I asked how long I'd been out and they said "two seconds." From my perspective, it could just as easily have been two hours. It's strange, completely checking out like that. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I generally know the time without looking at the clock, but here I just ceased to exist.
For the past two days, I've been sleeping and watching my way through a six hour documentary on the Broadway musical.
appelle brought me a get well card on the first day and bought apples for me yesterday. She rocks and is highly recommended.I don't have much pain at all and am going to try to avoid my Tylenol 3's because I haven't taken a crap since Thursday morning and the codeine in them is not helping.
Bye, I'm woozy.
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Date: 2006-02-04 06:44 pm (UTC)Anyway, I am so glad you made it through and I hope the surgery gives you the relief you need.
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Date: 2006-02-04 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-05 12:05 am (UTC)No fear of death. Wow. Well, you've been closer to it (both in your own family and personally) than most of us, so I may have some things to learn from you on the subject.
You are also a fine example of living, Tim! (or this Rick?)
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Date: 2006-02-05 11:14 pm (UTC)Don't worry about not getting stuff done, just concentrate on getting better and relaxing. Maybe work to bring that 5 years younger you back out again. :)
*hugs*