So We’ve Got That Goin’ For UsPosted: November 18, 2015
It’s been a little tough to get my writing done the past few weeks. Unfortunately, I had to go on vacation with my wife and a lot of my other friends. And of course, I picked up a cold as a souvenir. Then I had to have surgery.
To clarify, I did not have surgery to cure the cold. Everyone knows you starve and/or feed a cold. I had to have surgery to repair a hernia.
Yeah, somehow I ended up with a hernia. Two, in fact. See?! Writing is hard work.
I Got A Hernia From Writing, But Anyhow…
I’m a nice guy. There are people who would take issue with that. This isn’t their website, so you’ll have to take my word for it. I am nice.
I also believe that medical folks, especially nurses, are special people worthy of exceptional respect. And it is important to be kind to people who are going to sedate you and poke you with sharp stuff. So when I went to the hospital yesterday for surgery, I was very nice to everyone.
My wife and I made jokes with the nurses who checked me in. I said “please”,”thank you”,”yes sir” and “no ma’am”. We had fun with and listened respectfully to the medical student who came and introduced himself, as well as the anesthesiologist and the operating room nurse. Before the first dose of sedation and my trip toward the OR, the nurse who looked after me in the pre-op area said “someone else will be taking care of you when you wake up, but I wish I were”. That was nice to hear.
Let’s take a little side trip here. As a courtesy to anyone considering kidnapping me, I’m going to pass this little tidbit on – it doesn’t take much to sedate me. They put something in my IV right after the nurse said that kind thing. “It’ll help you relax a little”, they said. I went way past relaxed. It knocked me out, instantly. This is not the first time this has happened.
If you’re a kidnapper, I think the money you save on sedatives you’ll need to capture me can be put toward making us both comfortable while we await
my eventual rescue your ransom payment. Maybe we could order take-out Chinese and watch Netflix.
OK, back on topic…
The Best. Ever.
I awoke in the recovery room either fifteen or ninety minutes later. Mrs. Omawarisan says it was ninety minutes and acts like she knows because she was “awake”. I happen to know it was fifteen because I was there.
That difference of opinion aside, the Mrs. has a way of lighting up a room, even a room full of recently sedated people. So when she joined me in the recovery area we had a lively (and polite) time with our nurse there. As we left, the nurse teased one of her colleagues “I got the best ever hernia people”.
We’re the best ever hernia people.
So we’ve got that goin’ for us, which is nice.