This is kinda hard to remember, as i was in a drug-filled haze back then, and i’m still kinda now. But we’ll see how i do.
Got to the hospital at @9am Friday morning. Filled out paperwork, answered questions. Waited. Got called into interview room, was asked more questions. Put on hospital jammies and bootie, and went into the pre-op waiting room. Old lady next to me was chilling out, waiting for her operation, listening to her iPod. Anethesiologists saw me, asked yet more questions. Do i have any implants or replacements?, they asked. Well, i do have this mechanical head, pointing to my own. They were kids, i swear. I know this is a learning hospital, but jeezus. I see Doogie Howser multiple times.
Warm towels are laid on me while i wait. Nice touch. Eventually i’m wheeled into the O.R., going down a gradual ramp and into the room. I’m reminded briefly of Jacob’s Ladder. More people, poking, prodding. Cold, i start shivering. I fire someone after they jab my arm. Black.
Wake up in recovery. Don’t remember much, except staying there quite a while, being told that my girlfriend was getting worried. And getting wheeled out of recovery. Strangely, i don’t remember anything about getting into my room. Just suddenly appeared there.
Throat hurt. Swollen. Could hardly talk. Steph and Melissa stayed ’til 8pm, then were kicked out. I floated in and out, woken up by my own pain, and the nurses attending me.
Will say one thing. Stanford awesome place. Not that i want to recommend getting surgery, but if you have to get some done, i advise them. Everyone from the surgeon down to the wheelchair guy was terrific.
Been home since Saturday afternoon. Still recovering.