Just a quick note to say I’m fine and dandy. The infamous medical procedure got done after multiple delays due to equipment malfuntions. Then, when it was finally performed, it turned out complicated. Not necessarily in any way that’s bad for my prospects of a long, happy, and troublemaking life. Just complicated. With more complications to come in the next few weeks, I’m afraid. 🙁
But I’m alive. I’m well. I can eat, drink, and walk the dogs again. And wow, did they give me some great drugs. I was pretty much out of it for the rest of the day, even once I got past the stage of having groggy conversations with the alligator clip they put on my finger. (When you’re in a certain state of mind, that thing really does look like a mouth, you know.)
Back to normal blogging tomorrow.
Thank goodness!
The good stuff always puts my wife out for several hours, which my be because she usually runs a sleep deficit getting her work done ahead of the procedure.
Me, not so much.
Well, there was the time I spent several hours I don’t remember working on a website. (The work got done, I was the only one doing it. I just have no memory of it.)
Since then, I don’t do anything with guns or other power tools for 24 hours after such.
I’m so glad to hear that you’re well overall! Hope the complications are minor and easily accommodated.
Glad you are doing well, and hope no complications are serious…
I’ve been through that (I’m pretty sure), and other procedures with the greatest complication the fact that I do not sedate easily, and am nearly immune to some of it. The docs have fits once they discover they need to double the dose or worse. Does not fit in with their neat cookbook protocols.
Have not seen a doctor in ten years… I expect things would be much worse now.
It’s always interesting how different people react to anesthetics differently. I don’t think I ever did the alligator clip thing, but there are some other stories.
When my brother and I were teenagers, we both had our wisdom teeth taken out the same day. As the anesthetic was wearing off, I kept hearing the nurses telling him to sit down. No no, sit back down. No, stay sitting. Wait, where are you going? Sit back down.
He could walk, talk, everything, but his mind was gone! One of the nurses ended up holding him by the hand so he wouldn’t wander off.
I learned all this by listening, because I couldn’t move. My brain was awake, my muscles were dead. I was awake for 2 hours before I managed to open my eyes.
Poor Mom had to deal with a zombie and a rag doll.
Glad to hear it, and I’m looking forward to a resumption of the troublemaking. As Mal Reynolds said, “I aim to misbehave.” An inspiration to us all.
thanks for the update & keep us posted. Good luck, Claire!