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Thanks everyone for the get-well wishes. I am feeling even better tonight than I was last night. I'm truly amazed.
I admit to a certain amount of overconfidence where pain is concerned. I am starting to figure that when a doctor says "you'll be in pain" that perhaps the message is calibrated for people who aren't as used to pain as I am. I'm feeling this, some, but I can't imagine what it would be like to be so pain-free so much of the time that this would seem bad. I sure hope this "expected pain doesn't show up" trend stays the way it is. I know pride goeth before a fall.
But anyway, the upshot is I'm really feeling quite good.
I tried to take pictures of things like my bandages this morning. Couldn't find a flash card for Rob's digital camera, so I took film and hoped I had draped cloth in all the right ways. I immortalized the bandages, the cute little booties I wore on my feet, and the EKG electrode someone left behind. (That last stayed on my back, itching mildly, until![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
joedecker came by and took a digital shot.)
Cool Things:
They gave me the weirdest stuff to wear. I was stylin'. :-) And I'm pretty sure I could have breast-fed a baby in that robe: its pocket hid a hole clearly designed to be there.
Doctors have those little finger-clip blood oxygen meters too! The nurse was intrigued when I told him some pilots use those. "Learn something new every day," he said.
I had to remove all metal jewelry. Since I couldn't wear jeans, I had no pockets to tuck those things in for safekeeping. I am now the proud owner of a denture cup. It has a big smiley-face on it and it says FOR YOUR DENTURES. When I get dentures, I will be ready with a place to store them.
I got to see a television while waiting for the anaesthesiologist. It was showing Fox; I found CNN after a brief search. Wow, I had forgotten just how much air time is advertisements. Unfortunately, even war coverage wasn't very distracting this close to knife time.
I have vague memories of some things that happened while I was still mostly out. I love having vague little snippets of memory that I'm not "supposed" to have. I remember the oxygen cannula being removed, I remember the gurney wheeling to the recovery room, and I remember that I had some dreams but I no longer know what they were.
They gave me a video! I haven't had the guts (er, no pun intended) to watch it yet.
I haven't needed so much as an aspirin, so the Vicodin I got Tuesday is safely stored away for future need. If this operation didn't "work", I may still need big painkillers, and that prescription alone is a year's supply.
Yay!
I admit to a certain amount of overconfidence where pain is concerned. I am starting to figure that when a doctor says "you'll be in pain" that perhaps the message is calibrated for people who aren't as used to pain as I am. I'm feeling this, some, but I can't imagine what it would be like to be so pain-free so much of the time that this would seem bad. I sure hope this "expected pain doesn't show up" trend stays the way it is. I know pride goeth before a fall.
But anyway, the upshot is I'm really feeling quite good.
I tried to take pictures of things like my bandages this morning. Couldn't find a flash card for Rob's digital camera, so I took film and hoped I had draped cloth in all the right ways. I immortalized the bandages, the cute little booties I wore on my feet, and the EKG electrode someone left behind. (That last stayed on my back, itching mildly, until
joedecker came by and took a digital shot.)Cool Things:
They gave me the weirdest stuff to wear. I was stylin'. :-) And I'm pretty sure I could have breast-fed a baby in that robe: its pocket hid a hole clearly designed to be there.
Doctors have those little finger-clip blood oxygen meters too! The nurse was intrigued when I told him some pilots use those. "Learn something new every day," he said.
I had to remove all metal jewelry. Since I couldn't wear jeans, I had no pockets to tuck those things in for safekeeping. I am now the proud owner of a denture cup. It has a big smiley-face on it and it says FOR YOUR DENTURES. When I get dentures, I will be ready with a place to store them.
I got to see a television while waiting for the anaesthesiologist. It was showing Fox; I found CNN after a brief search. Wow, I had forgotten just how much air time is advertisements. Unfortunately, even war coverage wasn't very distracting this close to knife time.
I have vague memories of some things that happened while I was still mostly out. I love having vague little snippets of memory that I'm not "supposed" to have. I remember the oxygen cannula being removed, I remember the gurney wheeling to the recovery room, and I remember that I had some dreams but I no longer know what they were.
They gave me a video! I haven't had the guts (er, no pun intended) to watch it yet.
I haven't needed so much as an aspirin, so the Vicodin I got Tuesday is safely stored away for future need. If this operation didn't "work", I may still need big painkillers, and that prescription alone is a year's supply.
Yay!
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Yep, I didn't run at ALL today. Nothing more strenuous than cleaning the litterbox and dragging the trash / recyclables cans in from the street. Honest! I swear! Tomorrow I will square dance, but will stop if I feel I've had enough. I promise.