Well I am back!
The surgery went pretty well and I will have a full recap. Right now I have my leg wrapped up in a bandage and a surgical stocking all the way up to my pisc-a-deal. I feel a pinching and a pulling like the doc is still stuffing the laser cannon thing up my vein so I have to take it easy. But according to him it was a great success.
He did make me take 3 Valiums but it didn't do jack shit. I was awake through the whole procedure and watched the whole thing. I told him that I had hung out at the South Street Seaport for twenty years and three little pills wasn't going to do anything. Next time I prescibe about thirty Guinness stout pints, six oil cans of Fosters and four Sambucca shots. Then I might get a little drowsy. Just sayn.
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OTOH, I'm a light weight.
Mountain Dew "Code Red" can knock me out.
Dude, get well. I've been off the grid myself and didn't know you were laid up.
I'm hitting the bar after work tomorrow and will hoist one (or six) in prayer for your inevitable recovery.
Trooper,
Glad you're doing OK. Despite the discomfort, remember, its just a "flesh wound".
Here's some inspiration:
Bronson. Rank and organization: First Lieutenant, U.S. Army, Company H, 364th Infantry, 91st Division. Place and date: Near Eclisfontaine, France, 26-27 September 1918.
Citation: For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity above and beyond the call of duty in action with the enemy. On the morning of 26 September, during the advance of the 364th Infantry, 1st Lt. Bronson was struck by an exploding enemy handgrenade, receiving deep cuts on his face and the back of his head. He nevertheless participated in the action which resulted in the capture of an enemy dugout from which a great number of prisoners were taken. On the afternoon of the same day he was painfully wounded in the left arm by an enemy rifle bullet, and after receiving first aid treatment he was directed to the rear. Disregarding these instructions, 1st Lt. Bronson remained on duty with his company through the night although suffering from severe pain and shock. On the morning of 27 September, his regiment resumed its attack. Company H, to which 1st Lt. Bronson was assigned, was left in support of the attacking line, Company E being in the line. He gallantly joined that company in spite of his wounds and engaged with it in the capture of the village. After the capture he remained with Company E and participated with it in the capture of an enemy machinegun, he himself killing the enemy gunner. During this retirement 1st Lt. Bronson, who was the last man to leave the advanced position, was again wounded in both arms by an enemy high-explosive shell... Although bleeding profusely and faint from the loss of blood, 1st Lt. Bronson remained with the survivors of the company throughout the night of the second day, refusing to go to the rear for treatment. His conspicuous gallantry and spirit of self-sacrifice were a source of great inspiration to the members of the entire command.
You sound good, Trooper. That's good. Glad things went well. Kick the pain med early enough that you'll have an emergency stash left, just in case.
I actually only took two Advils. The doctor reccomended that I take an Advil every three hours but I just forgot after the second one.
I am used to pain.
I have been married for ten years.
I broke my arm in high school, [almost both arms], and they were giving me IV's at the hospital to kill the pain, but it just wouldn't work. They would come in every 10 minutes, pinch my arms and asking if I could feel it, and give me a little more. Yes, I can still feel it. So they decide they'd have to set it anyhow, so they put my arm in the air held up by these clips, and the doctor proceeded to set that mofo, and Holy O Fuck I felt every bit of it. Then, the meds took effect AFTER the arm set, and I was on cloud nine.
And no, I will not specify how I broke it, but it was pretty damn funny. The only clue I can give is that was almost both arms, the left arm I had splint for the heavy sprain, the right arm in full cast - a classic "green stick break". I got out of writing anything in school for 8 weeks though.
I'm sincerely glad that you went through o'k and you are still your old self...
scared but glad.
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