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Sep. 30th, 2006 07:28 pmThe surgery is now over, and I have begun my 48 hours of sitting with my feet elevated.
It really wasn't that bad, surprisingly enough. I wasn't allowed to eat from midnight yesterday until around four, when they were done with me, but that was really the worst part. Well, that and getting up at seven.
We got there at nine and sat around in the waiting room for a while. Then they called me, and I had to put on a silly gown and cap, and I lay in the glacial holding area for a while. Eventually they put an IV in, which was just sort of annoying. For some reason, it wasn't very noticeable when there was water flowing through it, but when the water ran out, it was a little painful.
The operation started about an hour and a half late. My father and I discussed Boethius, among other topics, while I lay swathed in blankets, which didn't really do much. They started out nice and warm, but it didn't take long for them to ajust to the temperature of the room.
Finally, the doctor doing the anethesia came, and we went into the operating room. They put the stuff into my IV and I was out in less than a minute.
When I woke, I was in a different bed, and I couldn't feel my legs. I really didn't appreciate that. And it's not just that you can't feel them, you can't move them either. I had a lesson in the crutches - I went up some little stairs. It's much easier than when my leg was broken. This is on both legs, but I can put some weight on them.
I couldn't be released until I had all the feeling in my feet. That was taking much too long, so I lied a little. So, I'm home now, with my feet in the air and my legs wrapped in bandages that make them look like barrels.
Also, I'm on opium.
It really wasn't that bad, surprisingly enough. I wasn't allowed to eat from midnight yesterday until around four, when they were done with me, but that was really the worst part. Well, that and getting up at seven.
We got there at nine and sat around in the waiting room for a while. Then they called me, and I had to put on a silly gown and cap, and I lay in the glacial holding area for a while. Eventually they put an IV in, which was just sort of annoying. For some reason, it wasn't very noticeable when there was water flowing through it, but when the water ran out, it was a little painful.
The operation started about an hour and a half late. My father and I discussed Boethius, among other topics, while I lay swathed in blankets, which didn't really do much. They started out nice and warm, but it didn't take long for them to ajust to the temperature of the room.
Finally, the doctor doing the anethesia came, and we went into the operating room. They put the stuff into my IV and I was out in less than a minute.
When I woke, I was in a different bed, and I couldn't feel my legs. I really didn't appreciate that. And it's not just that you can't feel them, you can't move them either. I had a lesson in the crutches - I went up some little stairs. It's much easier than when my leg was broken. This is on both legs, but I can put some weight on them.
I couldn't be released until I had all the feeling in my feet. That was taking much too long, so I lied a little. So, I'm home now, with my feet in the air and my legs wrapped in bandages that make them look like barrels.
Also, I'm on opium.
