Take Two

I'm back. This is my second attempt this year to blog consistently and I hope I last longer than the first, which should be easy since I only did two posts. I'm not going to catch you up on what's happened in my life during the last four and a half months because that would take too long. 

I know I promised a detailed post about the surgery I had over Christmas break, but I changed my mind. I can hear your heart breaking because you really wanted to hear it, right? Instead, I will just give the highlights.

• I've discovered that I'm really not comfortable being nude, well, in a hospital gown. I don't like feeling so exposed. I kept asking the nurse if she really meant everything when she said take off everything. She did.
• Hospital gowns do not come in my size. The nurse laughed because I was "swimming" in it.
• I have an allergic reaction the numbing stuff they use before placing the IV in your hand.
• IV's hurt. The nurse tried a few times and then moved to a different spot and switched to a smaller needle before she got it in and by that time the numbing stuff had worn off.
• Going to the bathroom is quite the ordeal for me. After being pumped full of liquid, I had to pee. A nurse escorted me, carrying the IV. When I was done, I had a hard time getting out of the bathroom. I had to hold my IV, hold the back of my gown closed so as not to flash the whole world, and open the door. It took me forever because I don't have three arms. When I finally got out, I walked back to my room only to discover I'm not enough to reach the hook that my IV hung on. I had to walk back out to the nurses station and ask for help. They all had a good laugh and thought I was so cute. 
• After fasting for the surgery and having it pushed back a few hours because other emergencies came up or surgeries took longer than planned, you get really hungry. Liquid breakfast is nowhere near as satisfying as a real home cooked breakfast. And when you're hungry it's a really bad idea to watch a Man vs. Food marathon on TV.
• My surgeon had someone that wanted permission to be present for learning purposes and needed my permission. He ended up being a graduate of BYU-Idaho so was cool.
• It's weird having someone make sure you went to bathroom before being able to go home.
• Even if you feel fine and really want to walk, they make you ride out to the car in a wheel chair. 
• I recover fast. I was pretty much back to normal and off pain pills after two days. I'm now perfectly fine and only have three little scars as evidence of my surgery. 

Well, let's hope I can be successful at blogging this time.