Short and sweet.
Yesterday was nasal surgery day. Blech. On most all levels.
I wasn't nervous or anything - though maybe I should have been. I got to see all the pre-op videos and it's always a barrel of laughs when they get to the risk sections of surgery and anesthesia.
Suffice to say, I didn't succumb to those risks....................that I know of.
I have a little numbness on part of the roof of my mouth. That would last days......or weeks...........possibly forever. It's not debilitating.
The drive to hospital was more worrisome. I was NOT going to let Paula Abdul's "Forever Your Girl" be the last song I heard before being put under. I hit the radio buttons hastily.
As it turns out, the surgeon had music on when I got put in the OR. "Hotel California"!!! FUUUUUCK. What I would have given to hear Ms. Abdul one more time. Ruckiry (not Jon's boss), right before I went under, I got to hear the intro to Heart's "Crazy on You". Crisis averted.
No one wants to potentially go into the afterlife hearing "you can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave". And yes, I totally get the irony in all of that.
In my mind, I know it will get better. But as of this drafting, it pretty much sucks.
Pain is extremely minimal and I don't foresee taking anything other than Tylenol. But now imagine your very very worst head cold............and multiply it by 47. And that the snot you experience is blood.....well ..........and snot.
I don't know how, or if I'll sleep. Or can. The other irony would be not dying prior to surgery because I couldn't breath, but doing post, so I could........and then didn't. But without the horrors of having to listen to the Eagles.
Song by: Fall Out Boy