I think I found the colour palette for this adventure.
For some reason the incision does hurt around the edges. Could be the coughing from the cold/fu that hit me a couple of days ago. I did quit smoking due to the hospitalization but that will be five weeks on this coming Sunday. It could be that I am cleaning out? Possible, ya think?
Anyway on the day of the surgery, it was one of those early mornings. Like the ducks don't even get up this early!(I was a passionate waterfowler) Figure it out, OK?! I hit the check-in desk at 0530 on the morning of September 21. Having been on a clear liquid diet and downing a ten ounce bottle of magnesium citrate the day before, I was in a stirling mood. Hackles up and teeth bared! It went rather assembly line like from that point. Upstairs, shave the belly. Into the nightie and on to preop for all the IV's and then the lights went out! I was in recovery longer than surgery. The surgery started at exactly 0800 and was done at 0945. I didn't get out of recovery until about 1200-1230. I sleep long after general anasthesia.
In the room and hooked up to all kinds of stuff. The Missus was there for the entire show. The nurses were pushing me to take a walk as soon as possible. I had two IVs and a catheter in, for crying out loud! And they wanted me to walk. When I did, it took one RN and two RN students to handle all the tubes! At least when in bed I had a little button to push for pain. Morphine Sulfate, Rah Rah! Push button and feel better! I had visits from two of the kids later that evening. The oldest son and his bride were still in town after the younger son's wedding so they paid me visit before heading home to upstate NY. And the youngest daughter, with granddaughter Piper and the kids' real Dad also stopped by. I can't say I was real good company, if you get my drift. And then there were vitals to be taken. Plus the nexium and zocor that I take regular. The staff had me taking my regular scrips during the wee hours. I finally told them that when they just wanted BP and such to get it and let me sleep. That went over like a lead balloon.
Well that's enough fun for tonight dear readers!
4 comments:
Blog looks good Glenn - And you tell the story well. And I came over from your comment link so think all is well there.
Glad you like it. The template choices are good and the colour choices are very plentiful.
And having to dig into the grammar and language from years ago has been fun also. Remembering sentence structure and such LOL!
The coughing when we quit smoking CAN go on as long as 6-9 months. Didn't last that long for me, but a Friend of mine went back to his doc about every 3 weeks for nearly a year after he quit, just to be told "It's healing, it takes time, and the crud has to go somewhere." What spooks most people is we don't start coughing RIGHT AWAY, it usually takes a couple weeks. I quit Tax Day '98 when I decided to stage my own private Boston Tea Party. That's ONE tax I refuse to pay...children's health care my ass...
The tough part is over, Glenn - just stick with it, you will not regret it. And yes, I still LIKED smoking when I quit.
Ah... I gotta agree with kc. I quit three years ago this coming January for health reasons (emphysema). If it weren't for that I'd still be lighting up... I liked it TOO much. Hang in there, it gets better!
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