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I woke up yesterday with strict orders not to have anything to eat and drink. Unfortunately that meant caffeine levels would remain below therapeutic dosage all day. Luckily for me, other pharmaceuticals were forthcoming and soon enough, it wouldn't feel a thing. :)
Before heading out, I made sure that I was appropriately dressed and labelled. The ligaments on my left foot were the ones slated for fixing, I labelled my right foot.
I even considered writing on my arms and elbows, but since my surgeon was an ankle specialist, he wouldn't be looking at them anyways. My mom and dad drove me out to the clinic. An uneventful drive beyond the usual Montrealler driving amongst the Massholes and myself overriding the GPS when it was clearly wrong.
Once at the clinic, check-in was fine and I'm always surprised by the exponential amount of disclosure and documentation I needed to review just before being seen. Dad was also amused with the number of clauses I needed to agree to. After waiting until the appointed time, like clockwork the surgical team came out with last minute questions, and then lead into the OR. The room was cold and a hospital gown while functional, providing warmth and comfort isn't one of them. Then the nurse covered me with a heated blanked, and all I remember is being strapped onto the table and saying something funny to the Red Sox bandana wearing anesthesiologist, and thinking to myself, so this is what Ryomon does as a day job and I was out.
I woke up. Alive and kicking... Well not kicking... Instead with my foot in a golden brace wrapped in bubble gum. My first thought... "Wiggle my left toe." Next thought... "I need to Kill Bill."
The anesthetic wasn't bad, and I wasn't groggy at all when my parents came in to see me. Water, Ritz crackers and a tablet of Percocet, 20 minutes later I started feeling like a million bucks. :) A quick discussion with the surgeon, and my parents brought me home. Some more complaining about Massholes, averting a GPS disaster, I was quickly home and crawling into bed.
So far, the pain is manageable. I can feel the incision when I wiggle my toes. Daytime TV is mind numbing and starting to get stir crazy already. :)
Before heading out, I made sure that I was appropriately dressed and labelled. The ligaments on my left foot were the ones slated for fixing, I labelled my right foot.
I even considered writing on my arms and elbows, but since my surgeon was an ankle specialist, he wouldn't be looking at them anyways. My mom and dad drove me out to the clinic. An uneventful drive beyond the usual Montrealler driving amongst the Massholes and myself overriding the GPS when it was clearly wrong.
Once at the clinic, check-in was fine and I'm always surprised by the exponential amount of disclosure and documentation I needed to review just before being seen. Dad was also amused with the number of clauses I needed to agree to. After waiting until the appointed time, like clockwork the surgical team came out with last minute questions, and then lead into the OR. The room was cold and a hospital gown while functional, providing warmth and comfort isn't one of them. Then the nurse covered me with a heated blanked, and all I remember is being strapped onto the table and saying something funny to the Red Sox bandana wearing anesthesiologist, and thinking to myself, so this is what Ryomon does as a day job and I was out.
I woke up. Alive and kicking... Well not kicking... Instead with my foot in a golden brace wrapped in bubble gum. My first thought... "Wiggle my left toe." Next thought... "I need to Kill Bill."
The anesthetic wasn't bad, and I wasn't groggy at all when my parents came in to see me. Water, Ritz crackers and a tablet of Percocet, 20 minutes later I started feeling like a million bucks. :) A quick discussion with the surgeon, and my parents brought me home. Some more complaining about Massholes, averting a GPS disaster, I was quickly home and crawling into bed.
So far, the pain is manageable. I can feel the incision when I wiggle my toes. Daytime TV is mind numbing and starting to get stir crazy already. :)