After the Knife....
This is when I had to inform them that I had sleep apnea, and did not bring my machine, so they decided to give me a saddle block, versus putting me to sleep, which I preferred anyway. Now I get the first round of I.V.drugs. Smiling, I am carted to the O.R. where I receive a second round of drugs, a spinal tap, and it’s off of the gurney and on to the table for me. This is where they play with my butt cheeks and ask me if I can feel anything, the answer obviously was no.
Now the nurse anesthetist hooks up a syringe full of what looks like milk, but damn, it was some happy milk. I don’t know the real name, but I think it was something like heroin or crack it had to be. The next thing I know I am lying on my back buck-naked and the nurse saying, “don’t worry, we’ll cover you back up.” Just then I realized, I am naked in front of all of these folks, but I just don’t care, the drugs are too good.
I get wheeled in the recovery room, where I met the nicest nurse who sat with me until I could move my legs. She has just me the love of her life at 50 years old and is about to get married to a guy she dated 25 years ago. We talked for about an hour, she also told me she was a fellow bush “dis-liker”, but that’s a whole different story.
Once I moved my legs, I was moved into a room where my wife and parents came to see me. Which by the way, I found a scam. When I was registering, they told me my insurance covered a semi-private room, but for 25 dollars more, I could get a private room. I declined to shell out the extra money. I figured I could just talk the other peoples ears off and they would leave. When I was wheeled to the room, it was a private room, WTF? Not that I was disappointed about being in a private room, but why try to charge more for what I am getting anyway?
Well, everyone came in, and I was in good spirits, but my wife gave me the nickname “devil sheep”! She thought that was funny, it was because I don’t want to be babied and that’s what she was trying to do. So the explanation from her was that I am sweet like a sheep around other, but mean like the devil when we are alone. Any who, it was kind of funny.
Then after I finally peed, they wanted to make sure my kidneys worked, I was thrown in a wheelchair and thrown into my car. I came home and everything is fine so far. Got some Hydrocodone, and a couple of days to recover. Should I feel this good on Monday or Tuesday, I will return to work. This time around, the surgery went a lot easier than last time.
Snappy
P.S. I didn’t miss Lewis Libby get the 5 counts against him, I am just waiting for Karl Rove to get his now.