Five... er, make that six incisions
I had surgery last Friday: a hiatal hernia repair and some miscellaneous poking around in my gut... no big, bad, ugly diagnoses or anything dire. The surgeon gave me five incisions, none more than about two inches long -- this time the procedure was successfully accomplished with a laproscope. Still hurt like hell, as one would expect.
You know, when you think about it, it just seems odd that we pay physicians to poison us, stab us, and then take our money, doesn't it?
At least they give us good drugs for the pain.
Well, I must not have had enough of such fun, given Sunday's events. It's not a good idea for a cut-up, sore Aries on oxycodone to attempt to use a knife.
Now I have six incisions. Lee took me to the Emergency Room on Sunday after I tried to cut up an apple to juice. I had to have my left thumb stitched up -- after four stitches and a rather large amount of bandage materials, they sent me home.
I'm sore, groggy, and recuperating -- and trying to be much more careful with knives.
You know, when you think about it, it just seems odd that we pay physicians to poison us, stab us, and then take our money, doesn't it?
At least they give us good drugs for the pain.
Well, I must not have had enough of such fun, given Sunday's events. It's not a good idea for a cut-up, sore Aries on oxycodone to attempt to use a knife.
Now I have six incisions. Lee took me to the Emergency Room on Sunday after I tried to cut up an apple to juice. I had to have my left thumb stitched up -- after four stitches and a rather large amount of bandage materials, they sent me home.
I'm sore, groggy, and recuperating -- and trying to be much more careful with knives.