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Well, I survived yesterday. I had my epidural. It was an interesting experience. The anesthetic that was supposedly so powerful that it would knock me loopy, had very little effect. I was ready to get up and walk around almost immediately, much to the nurse's annoyance.
She was even more annoyed that I didn't fall down when she did finally let me up. At this point she started questioning me about what medications I was on. Don't ask me why didn't just read the chart, it was all there. After hearing the list she concluded that I was already so stoned when I got on the table, that yes, they anesthetic wasn't very effective on me.
So all the excitement about me probably not being able to walk out of the hospital on my own, well, it was wasted. Mind you I didn't mind have two beautiful women along as an escort. smoooom and Shirley Meier even managed to put up with me getting a bit giggly. The stuff may not have knocked me out. I could have taken the subway back to Finch instead of driving the van downtown, but there's no way that I was safe to drive. I was trying to read as Shirley drove home, and often found I was reading the same sentence twice because I couldn't understand it.
This morning? I didn't wake up with a spike driven through my leg. I'm sitting here with my fingers crossed. If it stays this way for a week, I'll feel a bit more confident.
Obviously I need to be really careful. It would be all too easy to do more damage to my back (where the nerve is pinched). But I haven't had any pain in the leg today so far, and I can't remember the last time that happened.
She was even more annoyed that I didn't fall down when she did finally let me up. At this point she started questioning me about what medications I was on. Don't ask me why didn't just read the chart, it was all there. After hearing the list she concluded that I was already so stoned when I got on the table, that yes, they anesthetic wasn't very effective on me.
So all the excitement about me probably not being able to walk out of the hospital on my own, well, it was wasted. Mind you I didn't mind have two beautiful women along as an escort. smoooom and Shirley Meier even managed to put up with me getting a bit giggly. The stuff may not have knocked me out. I could have taken the subway back to Finch instead of driving the van downtown, but there's no way that I was safe to drive. I was trying to read as Shirley drove home, and often found I was reading the same sentence twice because I couldn't understand it.
This morning? I didn't wake up with a spike driven through my leg. I'm sitting here with my fingers crossed. If it stays this way for a week, I'll feel a bit more confident.
Obviously I need to be really careful. It would be all too easy to do more damage to my back (where the nerve is pinched). But I haven't had any pain in the leg today so far, and I can't remember the last time that happened.