And it shows just how lame a massassian I really am since I didn't ask for vibes or mention a damn thing before hand. *shrug*
Not that it was heavy surgery. I had an Inguinal Hernia (I'm not going to explain because I don't want to, look it up. God gave us Google for a reason. =P) on my left side corrected. Been there for years (and I do, seriously, mean YEARS. 6+) and just recently started getting worse. Don't even ask how I got it in the first place, I couldn't even tell you.
Anyways, most entertaining day. I don't want to do it again. Ever.
Spent 2 hours laying in a bed waiting for my turn to have the procedure done (I apparently was 4th in line) with an IV in my hand (those things kinda suck, just less so that I thought they would). Eventually head out to the lobby of the surgery ward where I got my painkillers. The doc for that was sweet. She walks up and goes over my chart, then pulls out the syrenge with the drugs and goes, "And now you're going to feel roughly what it's like to be drunk, minus the throwing up and the hangover." Should probably mention at this point that I'm almost 20 and I don't drink. At all. I hate alcohol. So the drugs were fun. I was happy and relaxed and everything looked rather fuzzy for about 15 minutes before I finally go to head into the OR. Moved myself to the table for them, got wired up, then managed to break a record. As they were putting me under the told me to start counting. Apparently I made it up to 35 before I stopped, thought I can't remember counting past 20, and even that is a haze. Most people make it to 20 and then go out.
Surgery was all of 30 minutes and a success. And then I got to spend the next 2 hours sleeping off the anesthesia. Fun stuff that. They woke me up and I was seeing double for about 10 minutes. There was a digtal clock in front of me and it took me a good 5 minutes to figure out there were only 3 digits there, and it WAS a clock and not something else. Spent another 30 or 45 minutes pulling out of that and putting down some liquids before they let me move off the bed, another fun challenge, seeing as part of my left side was numb, and my legs didn't really want to work. But all was well, managed to get dressed again, had fun with the nurses talking about Napoleon Dynamite and Pulp Ficition. Found out one of them was pregnant and giving her kid the same name as mine (Ian). Then I got the royal hospital treatment. Took a wheelchair from the 5th floor down to ground level so my mom could pick me up, and I came home, where I promptly had some toast and then passed out for another 2 hours.
Yeah. Fun day. Now if only my throat would stop hurting from their damn breathing tube....
Anyone else have lots of fun today?
Not that it was heavy surgery. I had an Inguinal Hernia (I'm not going to explain because I don't want to, look it up. God gave us Google for a reason. =P) on my left side corrected. Been there for years (and I do, seriously, mean YEARS. 6+) and just recently started getting worse. Don't even ask how I got it in the first place, I couldn't even tell you.
Anyways, most entertaining day. I don't want to do it again. Ever.
Spent 2 hours laying in a bed waiting for my turn to have the procedure done (I apparently was 4th in line) with an IV in my hand (those things kinda suck, just less so that I thought they would). Eventually head out to the lobby of the surgery ward where I got my painkillers. The doc for that was sweet. She walks up and goes over my chart, then pulls out the syrenge with the drugs and goes, "And now you're going to feel roughly what it's like to be drunk, minus the throwing up and the hangover." Should probably mention at this point that I'm almost 20 and I don't drink. At all. I hate alcohol. So the drugs were fun. I was happy and relaxed and everything looked rather fuzzy for about 15 minutes before I finally go to head into the OR. Moved myself to the table for them, got wired up, then managed to break a record. As they were putting me under the told me to start counting. Apparently I made it up to 35 before I stopped, thought I can't remember counting past 20, and even that is a haze. Most people make it to 20 and then go out.
Surgery was all of 30 minutes and a success. And then I got to spend the next 2 hours sleeping off the anesthesia. Fun stuff that. They woke me up and I was seeing double for about 10 minutes. There was a digtal clock in front of me and it took me a good 5 minutes to figure out there were only 3 digits there, and it WAS a clock and not something else. Spent another 30 or 45 minutes pulling out of that and putting down some liquids before they let me move off the bed, another fun challenge, seeing as part of my left side was numb, and my legs didn't really want to work. But all was well, managed to get dressed again, had fun with the nurses talking about Napoleon Dynamite and Pulp Ficition. Found out one of them was pregnant and giving her kid the same name as mine (Ian). Then I got the royal hospital treatment. Took a wheelchair from the 5th floor down to ground level so my mom could pick me up, and I came home, where I promptly had some toast and then passed out for another 2 hours.
Yeah. Fun day. Now if only my throat would stop hurting from their damn breathing tube....
Anyone else have lots of fun today?
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