Getting surgery on Thursday...last-minute pointers?

I was released this morning. A gigantic thanks to everybody for their support.

So, around noon on the 12th, I went in for preparation. As they wheeled me into the OR, I told the other surgeons and nurses to give my main surgeon, Dr. Petrick, a message "Tell him that I have trust in him, and that if anything goes wrong and I live through it, I'm going to beat him to death with a shovel." That's the last thing I remember before the anesthesia wiped my memory.

I woke up four seconds later in Recovery. Here now, verbatim, were my thoughts at the time:

COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER, THAT HURTS!!!!! JESUS TAP-DANCING CHRIST ON A STICK!!!!! WHOSE BRIGHT FUCKING IDEA WAS THIS!!!!!!!???????? GOOOOOOOOOOODAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!!!!!!!!!!!

...Or something to that extent.

The first night was the longest I've ever lived--I'm not used to sleeping on my back, but the catheter forced me to sleep on--you guessed it--my back. Sleep was incredibly fitful.

The next morning, around 11:00, I just HAD to stand up, but I couldn't take the catheter with me. She didn't even allow me to take one last-second shot of morphine--"take a deep breath--1, 2, 3!" It was like she was a magician instead of a nurse. "And now for my next trick, I will pull a thin plastic tube out of this large man's penis. *drum roll*" Of course, after they took it out, I couldn't actually take a piss for a while; not because they said I couldn't, but because my dick was a five-alarm fire. Luckily, most of the blinding pain has subsided, but I won't be able to masturbate for a few days.

I know, a veritable nightmare. Don't cry for me, Argentina.

The splint they gave me works wonders--I can now sleep on my side with only minimal pain and discomfort. I've been pretty nauseous since I first woke up after surgery, but I've been on a liquid diet for two weeks--what am I going to vomit, right? This morning, I try to shower, but I can only use one hand because of the IV. The freezing water didn't help matters, either.

So, I don't expect to be breakdancing anytime soon, but as everybody and their dog has been telling me, "It'll all be worth it in the end."

OH! I didn't update because the hospital doesn't have wireless.
 
mdb913 said:
I was released this morning. A gigantic thanks to everybody for their support.

So, around noon on the 12th, I went in for preparation. As they wheeled me into the OR, I told the other surgeons and nurses to give my main surgeon, Dr. Petrick, a message "Tell him that I have trust in him, and that if anything goes wrong and I live through it, I'm going to beat him to death with a shovel." That's the last thing I remember before the anesthesia wiped my memory.

I woke up four seconds later in Recovery. Here now, verbatim, were my thoughts at the time:



...Or something to that extent.

The first night was the longest I've ever lived--I'm not used to sleeping on my back, but the catheter forced me to sleep on--you guessed it--my back. Sleep was incredibly fitful.

The next morning, around 11:00, I just HAD to stand up, but I couldn't take the catheter with me. She didn't even allow me to take one last-second shot of morphine--"take a deep breath--1, 2, 3!" It was like she was a magician instead of a nurse. "And now for my next trick, I will pull a thin plastic tube out of this large man's penis. *drum roll*" Of course, after they took it out, I couldn't actually take a piss for a while; not because they said I couldn't, but because my dick was a five-alarm fire. Luckily, most of the blinding pain has subsided, but I won't be able to masturbate for a few days.

I know, a veritable nightmare. Don't cry for me, Argentina.

The splint they gave me works wonders--I can now sleep on my side with only minimal pain and discomfort. I've been pretty nauseous since I first woke up after surgery, but I've been on a liquid diet for two weeks--what am I going to vomit, right? This morning, I try to shower, but I can only use one hand because of the IV. The freezing water didn't help matters, either.

So, I don't expect to be breakdancing anytime soon, but as everybody and their dog has been telling me, "It'll all be worth it in the end."

OH! I didn't update because the hospital doesn't have wireless.

Well Im glad you came out ok, five alarm fire or not. Hang in there...it will be better soon.

Damn hospitals...why cant they come into the 21st century? No wireless? How uncouth....
 
I'm always amazed at my clarity before and after anesthetic. I don't remember the conversation before my apendix removal, as it was a boring one about my health, but I can remember almost every bit before my jaw surgery, where I had a discussion with the nurse about automobiles (my old crappy Nissan versus her new BMW).
 
I should note that I'm a quick healer. Back in 1999, I severely sprained my ankle during gym class. The doctor said I'd be out for three to six months. I was up and about in one week.
 
mdb913 said:
I should note that I'm a quick healer. Back in 1999, I severely sprained my ankle during gym class. The doctor said I'd be out for three to six months. I was up and about in one week.
Good for you!!! You'll be doing sit-ups and jumping jacks in a week and masturbating in no time. ;) :devil: :nana:
 
Woo! Congrats MDB! Such great news, hope your recovery is as speedy as ever!

And Red - wow ! What a diff. Oh, and I love your shoes in the first pic...

x
V
 
RedHairedandFriendly said:
Thanks V. ;) :D I have a shoe fetish, just ask some of the folks that were in Chicago. lol... :D

<points at own AV>
With you there babe
 
I never really got the whole foot/shoe fetish thing. But to each their own.
 
mdb913 said:
I never really got the whole foot/shoe fetish thing. But to each their own.
*snickers* Let me clarify my shoe fetish... it isn't sucking on shoes or toes okay... it is buying sexy shoes, fun shoes, comfortable shoes... shoes for every occasion, shoes for that special outfit, shoes on sale, shoes... shoes... shoes... :D

edited to add:

Though I am quite talented with my toes and feet. ;)
 
Oh, I figured all that. I just felt like throwing in some useless trivia there.
 
...Hey, you think there'd be interest in a romantic chain story on a large man who eventually gets this done? I'd do it myself, but, um...don't wanna.
 
How's it going, mdb? I hope you're still doing well. Still sending recovery wishes,.
 
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