I was the "funniest", she said.
The anaesthesiology nurse that was there when I woke up from today's surgery, I mean.
Um... yes, that's true, I had surgery today. I.e. they drugged me, muddled around in my knee and then let me go home again (not right away, though, just to forestall any weird looks). According to the doc, surgery went pretty well, cartilage was absolutely okay, less then 50% of the cruciate ligament were destroyed (which means no reconstruction surgery. YAY!), what was destroyed could be restored and what damage there was to the meniscus could be repaired as well.
But... I kind of made an ass out of myself while coming out of narcosis. Apparently, whatever I said... I said it in English (which is why he nurse found me the funniest of all those in the post surgery room). Yep, that's right, this German here babbled away in English when she wasn't quite herself. How the hell did that happen? And the weirdest thing is... I had a feeling that exactly that would happen this morning.
Other than that... I'm fucking a little irritated by everything (i.e. being laid up for at least a week, having to use crutches, depending on others... not to forget that minor thing called pain...) but hopeful it'll finally get better, as in really better. The only problem I now have is that by the end of October my unemployment support will end... and if I stay with my parents, I won't get any welfare support which in turn means... no health care. Yes, it is possible to not have health care in Germany. And apparently, it isn't even that hard to lose it.
So, plan for tomorrow (after coming back from being tortured at the doc's my first check-up and physical therapy, I mean) is: call the welfare people to ask them how the hell I can prevent losing health care because this is one of the worst things that could happen right now (seeing as I'll need at least three months of physical therapy, for example), hope my sister cancels the contract for the apartment next to my parents' like right now (so I can have the contract which I need for getting welfare... yes, it's complicated here to be unemployed and poor) and get back into finding work (no, I still haven't given up on that yet... but I guess I need to go looking for jobs at call centers just to have some sort of job and income). Argh.
On the bright side, I'm not out of plot bunnies yet. There has to be something good in my life, right?
Um... yes, that's true, I had surgery today. I.e. they drugged me, muddled around in my knee and then let me go home again (not right away, though, just to forestall any weird looks). According to the doc, surgery went pretty well, cartilage was absolutely okay, less then 50% of the cruciate ligament were destroyed (which means no reconstruction surgery. YAY!), what was destroyed could be restored and what damage there was to the meniscus could be repaired as well.
But... I kind of made an ass out of myself while coming out of narcosis. Apparently, whatever I said... I said it in English (which is why he nurse found me the funniest of all those in the post surgery room). Yep, that's right, this German here babbled away in English when she wasn't quite herself. How the hell did that happen? And the weirdest thing is... I had a feeling that exactly that would happen this morning.
Other than that... I'm fucking a little irritated by everything (i.e. being laid up for at least a week, having to use crutches, depending on others... not to forget that minor thing called pain...) but hopeful it'll finally get better, as in really better. The only problem I now have is that by the end of October my unemployment support will end... and if I stay with my parents, I won't get any welfare support which in turn means... no health care. Yes, it is possible to not have health care in Germany. And apparently, it isn't even that hard to lose it.
So, plan for tomorrow (after coming back from being tortured at the doc's my first check-up and physical therapy, I mean) is: call the welfare people to ask them how the hell I can prevent losing health care because this is one of the worst things that could happen right now (seeing as I'll need at least three months of physical therapy, for example), hope my sister cancels the contract for the apartment next to my parents' like right now (so I can have the contract which I need for getting welfare... yes, it's complicated here to be unemployed and poor) and get back into finding work (no, I still haven't given up on that yet... but I guess I need to go looking for jobs at call centers just to have some sort of job and income). Argh.
On the bright side, I'm not out of plot bunnies yet. There has to be something good in my life, right?