Recovery
The nurse joked about how many hours it would take to shave my legs, then my doctor initialed each one, a reminder that both legs needed doing. They wheeled me into the operating room with old-style Mississippi blues in the background, said I was going to go to sleep now, and I was out. At some point I guess I stopped breathing (Mom snooped in the folder while I was recovering) and they had to clear my airway. Probably my tongue. No big deal.
Since then, I've been taking a Percocet pill about every six hours, and I'm quite coherent and lucid, provided I'm awake. My routine the last couple days seems to be awake for two hours, asleep for three, with slight variations. My legs don't really hurt, but their soreness and stiffness increase each day. I'm using the crutches to get around more often and it helps, but I'm a little concerned about humping my schoolbooks and computer around. Lucky for me I have a spectacularly supportive girlfriend.
So I spend this weekend in turns sleeping, studying and watching television in equal parts, living on Thanksgibbin' leftovers. Not too bad.
Since then, I've been taking a Percocet pill about every six hours, and I'm quite coherent and lucid, provided I'm awake. My routine the last couple days seems to be awake for two hours, asleep for three, with slight variations. My legs don't really hurt, but their soreness and stiffness increase each day. I'm using the crutches to get around more often and it helps, but I'm a little concerned about humping my schoolbooks and computer around. Lucky for me I have a spectacularly supportive girlfriend.
So I spend this weekend in turns sleeping, studying and watching television in equal parts, living on Thanksgibbin' leftovers. Not too bad.