Well, I am out of surgery (actually, I’ve been out for 2 days, but this is the first time I got down to where the laptop is - and haven’t bothered to ask the lovely wife to get it for me). The surgical process was not horrible. Lots of people coming by asking me the same questions (”What’s your name? Birthdate? Why are you here?”) I got to the point where I could recite the answers to most of the questions before they asked. The nurses shaved an uncomfortably large amount of my stomach and groinal area. It seems like half the hospital got a look at my wang. Whatever. The anesthesiologist came by and at one point said “OK, I’m going to give you something to relax you.” I don’t remember a damned thing after that until I evidently woke up a little when they were taking the tube out of my throat. For the record, this shit hurts. Abdominal surgery is difficult on the patient because you use your abdominal muscles for just about everything. Getting out of bed, coughing, taking a shit. This was laparoscopic surgery, which is probably better than the normal ‘open’ hernial surgery. But since I had a hernia on both sides, lap was more efficient.
The place where my IV was put in hurts a little, and when I’m not moving much I’m not in any pain. But if I try to do anything, like, say, get up to go to the bathroom, then my abdomen hurts a lot more. That is easing significantly, although I had to drug myself again last night to get to sleep. I’m not taking any pain pills during the day, because I am just that much of a stud. Or something. They gave me oxycodone (percocet, I guess), for the record. FAR too many of them, in fact. 40 pills, when I’ll probably need at most a half-dozen.
Some other health issues were revealed during the surgery, but I’m addressing those in the process of losing weight, so I’m not TOO worried about them…assuming I can lose the weight.
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Phoenix Rising.