Yesterday, December 18th, I went into the hospital for a scheduled bit of minor surgery. A hernia repair that would have normally been perform in an outpatient surgical facility but die to my sleep apnea that anesthesiologist insisted on a full hospital operating room.
The surgery went well, and I went home just shortly after noon.
I have to say that this was the most engaged and friendly surgical team I have ever encountered. When I was wheeled into the O.R. each person introduced themselves and their position. My comfort and safety seemed paramount at all time and I never doubted that I was in good care.
Post Op was dull but necessary with concerns well address that my lungs had recovered, and I was in no danger of not getting enough oxygen. My sweetie-wife was there, picked up my medications, and drove me home one I was released.
When they did release me, I started walking out of the recovery room and a nurse said, ‘You can’t walk.’ I looked down at my feet and snarked, ‘clearly, I can.’ But of course, they were meaning I was not *allowed* to walk.
Once home I took a course of pain killers and now I have a week off the day job to recover. Surprisingly sitting up straight and lying flat on my back at the most painful positions. Luckily, I have a recliner chair and that is very comfy. There are times when I am sitting that and feel absolutely no discomfort at all. Then I move and spoil it.
Today I had my first email interview as a tie in to the upcoming release of Vulcan’s Forge. That was a new and novel experience.
