Post-Op

Originally Posted Friday, November 7, 2014

Just a quick update.  Surgery over, everything fine.  I don't even get to whine for a little while.  Feels like I've already made a full recovery.  No sharp pains, only a bit of a dull aching.  I have plenty of Percocet if I need it.  I don't need it.  I'm walking around without crutches.  I shopped at Walgreens following surgery.  I was told that I could do whatever I wanted as long as it didn't cause me too much pain.  And now the drugs have almost completely worn off and I am too awake.  I may take some Percocet to sleep, but that is the only reason.  My leg is in a compression bandage from ankle to mid thigh, and that is a bit irritating, but that can come off tomorrow. 

To bitch a bit.  I was the last patient of the day.  In pre-op, most of the nurses and staff were packing up to go before I was completely prepped.  I don't ever want to be the last patient of the week again.  It is spooky and you know everyone is looking at you as the thing between them and a drink. 

The anesthetic was pretty mystical.  They rolled me into the operating room and asked me to move from the gurney to the table.  I did and looked up at the lights.  That was the last thing I remember.  Nobody asked me to count backwards.  Nobody said that they were going to put me out now.  Nobody said nighty-night.  Nothing.  I was just gone.  I hope to die that way. 

And finally, just to show that I still have my sense of humor. 

Q and the kids (link).