Well, OK now I'm back. I guess its time to start working again. Actually, that's kind of an oxymoron because I am retired. By definition, does a retired person work? I don't know. That question just came to me and I don't have an answer.
The proceedure was a success. I came out of it feeling OK and was released the day after the surgery. There was very little pain and I really didn't have to use the morphine drip. I did use it to sleep though and it was welcomed. I was a bit bothered by the shots in the side of hemparin, a blood thinner and the blood draw to test my blood. The morphine did not make me "high" but I did notice that my pain tolerance went way up. Before surgery, I felt the first injection of hemparin that they gave me by direct injection in my side. They gave me four more and with each succeeding injection I felt it less and less, not even feeling the last one. I didn't feel the blood draw at all. So much for the morphine and boy did I sleep well.
At the hospital, they took me in and prepped me for surgery. I was rolled into the surgery room, the proceedure was done and the next thing I knew I woke up in the recovery room. One thing bothered me though. I noticed out of the corner of my mind a guy in this strange outfit. I could not see his face but he was dressed in this very loosely fitting black robe. In his hand was this large black scythe. He turned toward me and I could hear him say, "Nah." I don't know what that meant.
I am at home now recovering. Today is the first day that I really felt good. I go see the doctor tomorrow to get yelled at for what I should be doing and am not doing. Wish me luck. I have one burning question that is knawing at my inner thoughts. When do I get back to Jocko's for that 19 ounce fillet, I am sick of this liquid diet.
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