I was up at 6:50 am and had gone to bed at 3:30 the night before.. I was obviously worrying which is something I have always done about everything outside of my control. The night before I had a dream where a tornado picked me up and was tossing me around like a rag doll. I always dream of tornadoes whenever I'm worried about things I cant control. Anyhow, I got to the hospital around 7:30 and was scheduled for surgery at 8:am.
All the doctors and nurses were friendly and tried to make me comfortable for the procedure. I have a cold so they weren't sure if they were going to put me under or not because the risks are higher I guess.
Well they decided to go through with it and gave me an IV with something to put me out. The nurse said "your going to start feeling sleepy now." I didn't feel sleepy at all and then suddenly I was out.
When I came to it was all over. I made some groggy incoherent ramblings to the nurses I could see. I believe I said "I'm a pagan son of the Goddess. Reiki certified alternative healing!" Then I fell asleep again. I'm sure they hear all kinds of wacky things in the recovery room from people but none the less it was a bit embarrassing.
I had to suck it up and call my mother for a ride home. Docs wouldn't let me drive. I was surprised to see my aunt from Puerto Rico which i haven't seen since i was like 10 years old. I guess she came up to visit my mother with another aunt of mine. They drove me to my moms for coffee and my aunts and I chatted for a while. Its nice to see family after so many years. Catch up on how things on the island are.
By the time I arrived back at home I had developed a fever and the chills. I was shivering uncontrollably. My girlfriend and children bundled me up and sat me on the couch. I swear they enjoyed it a little too much. See what I mean.---->
Right now I'm on Vicodin 500 for the pain. It hurts to cough, laugh, sneeze, twist or move. I cant afford to take any more days off so its back to work on Monday. Luckily my girlfriend is taking good care of me. Hopefully my stitches wont hurt too bad by then and all the swelling goes down. No complaints though that's life when your head of household in a middle class family. Work through the pain Daddies cant get sick.