Sneaky, sneaky–but at least I didn’t have to use a bedpan! *shudder* By the following morning I’d gotten better at being able to unhook and rehook myself (though the compression things were tough since I couldn’t bend real well). Good […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Heh. I still find this absolutely giggle-worthy and, yet, still trust my surgeon completely. This really did happen though I had to improvise the dialogue (being lights-out makes it tough to remember what was said, no?). Apparently my gall bladder […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
No swaddling or gentle wake-up this go round! Oh, no, my arms were strapped to boards to keep them out of the way and the pain, oh the pain, that assailed me like a visible force before I even dared […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Turns out that once he knew I’d woken up and been moved to a recovery cube, he’d gone to drop off my prescriptions to be filled so we could pick them up on the way home. This made perfect sense, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The thing about general anesthesia is that it doesn’t feel like you just took a nap, it feels like you just lost 2 hours of your life! But, you know, despite the fact that I’d just lost those 2 hours […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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