i meant to publish a short post before my surgery, but i was in such pain and a major funk that i never got around to it. i probably didn’t mention it here that i opted to have the surgery, but the pain was unbearable and i would have met sam in a dark alley to get rid of it.

it’s been a week since my surgery and it went well, meaning i didn’t die and haven’t had any complications. am i pain-free? no.

i seriously thought relief would be instant, but i’m in the post-operative pain of the procedure.  i still have the symptoms of discs pressing on my nerves, but it’s supposed to get better in time.  could be weeks to months before i feel normal again.

as soon as i’m healthy, my gift to myself is to run a half-marathon.

i don’t remember too much about or after the surgery, i’m still being filled in. i do remember speaking with a nurse telling her that i did not need an oxygen mask and that i could breathe on my own.  that’s the last thing i remember about being on the table. i guess they had their way with me and put it on anyway.

my abdomen was also sore like i did 400 crunches.  i think i was beaten when they were trying to wake me up in the recovery room.  the nurse said they had trouble waking me up and that’s because the anesthesiologist allegedly gave me too much anesthesia. when she walked me to the operating room she commented on my height and probably confused as to the dosage, OD me.

then in recovery while hooked up to the heart monitor, the machine was screaming because my heart rate is low and the nurse thought i was a goner, performed CPR and beat the crap out of me. that’s my theory anyway about the sore abdomen.

i josh.

i envisioned a different after surgery scenario. i thought i would be down for a few days and then walking around outside with my camera for some exercise. not.  all i did, for the first five and a half days was eat, sleep and poop.  it wasn’t until day 6 that i didn’t feel like being in the bed all day.

i’m still taking it easy and spend most of the time in bed recovering.  hopefully, tomorrow,  i’ll be able to go for a walk, tho’ i’m itching for a run.