Rant #3,254: Do the Mouse

 

I'm back!

But I am as uncomfortable as I have ever been.

For the first time in this entire ordeal, I am hurting, and hurting a lot.

The two-hour operation was deemed a success by my doctor/surgeon, and I was doing pretty good yesterday afternoon when it was over.

My wife told me while I was still under anesthesia, I was singing TV theme songs.

I was pretty doped up to be honest with you, but I did feel some pain.

When it was finally time to leave the hospital--we had been there 10 or more hours st that point--they told me that they would transport me with a wheelchair--

But they used the wrong type of wheelchair--I needed one to get my left leg held up, and this one was one where both your legs are down--and as they transported me, I was in agony.

As my wife brought the car to the front if the hospital, I had to rest my leg on a window ledge in the waiting room.

And then I was wheeled outside, and another car was blocking the wheelchair ramp on the street, so I had to use my crutches to try to get into the car, which was a bit of a chore.

Once we finally got home, I had tremendous trouble getting up the stairs.

I ended up crawling on the floor like a mouse, and with help from my son and wife, I was pretty much lifted into the bed.

As you can imagine, I hardly ate yesterday, and I had a very rough sleep.

Incredibly, my physical therapy begins today.

I can't do much, I am still in a bit of pain, and I honestly just want to relax today.

I can't go on my computer for about a week or so, but I do have a slight backlog of stories already done that I can send into work.

I am just miserable now ... I guess the cure is, in fact, well worse than the disease.

I am going to take the day off here tomorrow to rest up, so have a Merry Christmas.

I will speak to you again on Monfay, hopefully in better shape than I am now.