Hey y'all! This is Jimbo. I'm feelin' pretty good today, but I'm pretty sure it's because of my fabulous narcotics that were prescribed. Waking up at 4am when the endocet wears off is no fun. I can't sleep on my back for some reason as it feels like this humongous loogie is forming in the back of my throat, where there is none. So I wake up at night on my back sometimes gagging on my own throat. Luckily I usually end up sleeping on my side or front anyway. I'd say I'd be able to go to work, but without drugs I'd be in a mountain of pain, but with the drugs I can't form coherent thoughts either. But considering the pain in my throat, with drugs, isn't that much greater than my normal former inflammation pain, that's a good thing.
And I'd love, really LOVE to take a shit right now! You see, all of the drugs in the narcotic family tend to constipate (see: poopy sheets scene from the movie Trainspotting). I can feel the backup, possibly longer than Hwy 66 on a Friday afternoon. Add to that a gassy stomach since I can't swallow without swallowing air, and that's the most discomfort I have now.
But wow, Dr. Mushtaq sure did a number back there. There are these big black laser craters where my big pink strawberry tonsils used to be. When I got back by about Noon yesterday I was already drinking, eating my diversity of mushy foods, and talking. Due to the extra space back there, I sorta sound like a grownup from a Charlie Brown special. Either that or I think I sound like one, as I can't pop my ears cuz it hurts so I'm somewhat deaf.
So here's what happened yesterday: Keith picked me up at about 6am. He was grumpy from drama with his ex, I was grumpy as I had had no coffee. We were a cute pair indeed. He dropped me of at the surgery center and went back home to walk the dog. I signed in, and passed out in the waiting room (again, no coffee as ordered). They brought me back and put me in a surgery nightie, and I went back to sleep. Then cute Jewish anesthesiologist showed up to wake me up only to knock me out for good. Then I woke up, something was missing from my throat, and the post-anesthesiologist nurses would not let me go back to sleep, told me to get dressed, and it was over by 11 or so. Keith dropped me off at home and I began eating right away.
TONS of support from friends, lovely teammates, and Dreamy Ron, who showed up with flowers, a book and a gallon of very yummy fruit/protien shake. He hung out and we watched the old animated version of Lord of the Rings. They cut out the Tom Bombadil and Barrow Wight scenes out of that one too, sadly. I also rented Circuit and the first two tapes of the TV miniseries The Stand. Who knows if the cheesy Blockbusters on 17th street has the final one.
Posted by jimbo at July 03, 2003 11:42 AM