That Was Gnarly!!!

My 8 inch scar and I are home safe and sound. I got bounced early for being such an independent, low-maintenance patient. I took a couple of morning constitutionals around the orthopedic ward with the walker early today. I was bored and tired of being in the bed.

I still feel like shit, but in a good way (if that's possible). The surgery was easy. All I remember was sitting up and talking about how interesting the operating room was. The next thing I knew I was being wheeled into my room. The serious pain didn't hit until the next day when the spinal wore off. The staff and I began the oral pain meds a little late in the game. That left me with a few hours of excruciating pain and serious nausea from the meds. When the meds finally did kick in, I was able to get a few hours of sleep at a time.

I didn't have much pain today until I came home. I took some Vicodin. That dulled the pain while intensifying the stomach issues. I've got a continuous passive motion machine and a machine that provides cold to the area of the body that is hurt. I've also got a cane. The physical therapist said I didn't need a walker or a raised toilet seat. I was and am easily able to make due without them.

I'll be a much more pleasant person when and if the swelling ever goes down. Nonetheless, I made the drop. Eyes wide open.

And lived to tell about it.