Cutting Him Open

Before I start talking about the last surgery I just want to point out two websites that are covering the Olympic Medal progress.

The official site
The NY Times site

Ok on with the story.

The actual amount of waiting I had to do in the waiting room wasn't all that much. It was actually quite pleasant all things considered. My thigh and back felt as if it was being clamp between some giant with unpleasantly chapped fingers but I got a really fat wheelchair so it was alright. Seriously, imagine how fat a wheelchair has to be in order for me to be amused just by sitting in it. I mean it dwarfed me and was quite comfortable. By the way, I want it to be noted here how difficult it was to NOT put in a your mom joke in that last sentence. I really wanted to put something like "the chair was huge; it would have almost fit your mom..." or something like that but because I'm going to try and be a little more hi-brow I will only talk about talking about your mom.

The real waiting came when I got into my hospital gown and laid in bed in some little hospital cubby. They checked out my vitals and prepped me and have me comfy blankets, but it was still a lot of waiting. Eventually I was able to get some visitors in my cubby so my parents and Her came in to visit and make the waiting a little more bearable. Lying down I was in significantly less pain so that whole situation was far more pleasent even taking into account that I didn't get to sit in a ridiculously large seat with wheels.

After a few hours of waiting for the doctors and nurses to clean up what must have been a glorious gory mess (for the time it took for them to do it it better have been), it was my turn to go in. I'm wheeled into a bright room that was bitterly cold. I was very thankful for the prewarmed blankets that the nurse had given me. I didn't even remember when I was knocked out, they didn't tell me to count or anything. I guess they just doped me up while I was in the middle of talking to everyone to shut me up.

So I was out. I didn't have any cool dreams, didn't wake up in the middle of it, nothing. Sigh...

I woke up in pain. Horrible amounts of pain, and the pain was incredible. It was an incredibly horrible thing to wake up to as you can imagine. I did my best not to move around too much for extreme panic of not quite knowing what was going on and for fear of making it worse. The hurting did make me shake a lot and it wasn't until a nurse told me to my tear soaked face that I had done well and everything was ok, that I started getting over the sudden over-stimulation and started being able to manage the pain. They probably gave me some painkillers too which probably helped a bunch. I don't know for certain but eventually I got the morphine drip button which was probably the happiest moment I had in that hospital.

Go happy button - ..::click::..
Ahhh it was so great, almost as good as your mom.

More later.