In pre-op I was intravenously served a fine cocktail of Versed and Fentanyl. I immediately became very chatty with all the nurses and my Korean anesthesiologist who graciously forgave my butchering of his native language. I considered the nerve block he gave me a challenge and attempted to regain control of my disobedient limb. It flopped around the gurney more like a tentacle than an arm so I soon conceded defeat.
Somehow I missed most of the actual surgery.
In recovery I began to experience the joys of coming down off of anesthesia. Perhaps this was payback for my lousy attempt to speak Korean? I noticed they had lashed a block of driftwood to my side with a sling. This turned out to be my arm. It was still being defiant but I no longer cared. Coming down after surgery can best be described with the word: BLEH. I didn’t feel any pain but wasn’t as sharp as my usual self and had a strong desire to remain in a reclined position. I’m normally inclined to remain standing and strike various action poses as the situation warrants. Not so much this time.
Made it home where I was able to snack and watch movies all night. Mostly I just felt like garbage as the anesthesia ran its course. Finally drifted off to sleep and promptly awoke at 0400 when the nerve block wore off. Good morning!
|Scrambled eggs and pain killers: the breakfast of champions! Note the salt and pepper shakers. It’s a mindset thing.|
Keeping my arm in a sling for the requisite 48 hours is wreaking havoc on my typing as well as a few other things. I’m not sure what’s more embarrassing for a fighting man, not being able to put on my own pants or not being able to reach for my pistol on the nightstand. I’ve made some adjustments so if the zombies come I’ll be able to make my stand from a comfortably reclined position. Fortunately I am equally confident using either hand when it comes to the war making. Now I just need to figure out how to mount a knife on my sling.
|Apocalypse Kitty manning his post.|
At any rate, all is well. I am blessed with the greatest nurse a fella could hope to have. She is willing and able to inflict grievous bodily harm to anyone posing a threat to my full recovery. I for one intend to keep my scalp intact.