Surgery Update

Everything went well with my surgery. I had to be to the hospital at 5:30 in the morning. My surgery was scheduled for 7:30. I changed clothes and then they gave me some drugs to make me feel relaxed. Then I was pushed over to pre-op. I was talking with the anistegeologist (I know that is not the correct spelling) about the drugs they were giving me. As we were talking I blinked and when I opened my eyes it was 10:30 in the morning and in post-op. Drugs are an incredible thing. I got wheeled to my room and then slept off and on the remainder of the afternoon. At 4:00 they came into my room to do an ultrasound on my bladder and it was full. I was having a problem going to the bathroom. They came into give me a catheter, but I asked them one more time if I could try again. Well I still couldn't go so I got the catheter. That was about as much fun as getting punched in the face. I slept off an on the remainder of the night. At around mid night I had to again go to the bathroom really bad, but I would got to the toilet and I just couldn't go. It is a weird feeling when you tell your body to do something, but your body won't do it. I spent all of the morning hours in a vicious cycle of drinking water, reading a chapter out of my book and then trying to go to the bathroom. This went on for about 20 chapters and 4.5 hours. I finally went at 5 in the morning. Wow, what a relief. I was definitely more sore on Friday than on Thursday. And by Friday I was off all of the "cool" drugs. I was released from the hospital at 2:30 Friday afternoon.

My doctor came to check up on me both Thursday evening and Friday morning. And when I saw him walk through the door, I started clapping for him and said "Here comes the man!!" The first time he just smiled. But on Friday, he smiled and then asked me why I was clapping and said no patient had ever done that for him. In a way he sort of saved my life, or a better way of saying it, was that he gave my "active" life back to me.

Before I left I did something that is a bit out of the ordinary and according to one person (Tree) was bit "creepy". I left a note at the nurse's station for my night time nurse, Michelle. She was very nice and I asked her out on a date in the note. It should be interesting to see if she gives me a call. I am now back home and will remain at home for at least another week. But if I get my short term disability insurance from work, I plan on being home for the rest of the month.

I real quick would like to thank all of my family and friends who offer to be there for me if I needed / need anything. It is a very comforting feeling knowing that I have so many people who are willing to help me out. Thank you.