The Road to Recovery is Paved with Good Pills

In case you don't want to read paragraphs and paragraphs of my mumblings, I continue to be on the mend and doing quite well. The incision has healed nicely, so I will still look mighty sharp on the beach in my bright orange Speedo, and the swelling continues to go down - it is slow, but it is going down.

Caren has been wonderful during my recovery. Me, I expected that about three days after surgery I would be up and around and ready to face the world. Caren, however reminded me that recovery from this particular surgery can be anywhere from 2 to 4 weeks and even longer. Not wanting to be in the "average" or "typical" categories, I decided to mark MY recovery in DAYS rather than WEEKS! On Thursday after my surgery, I was up and around and ready to face the world. However, my BODY didn't know this, so that caused some problems. Let me be the first to tell you, if you every have a battle with your body, the body will win. Damn body! Of course, the body's failure to cooperate also proved Caren's point about two to four weeks or longer. I should just accept the notion that the wife is always correct, and usually I do, but I like to test the limits from time to time only to reach the same conclusion - CAREN IS RIGHT!

This week, this weird thing known as "pain" paid me a visit. People who know me, know I have an extremely high level of pain. In fact, I argue a bit with my doctors from time to time when they tell me something should hurt, and I tell them it does not hurt. The pain this week was also much more than I experienced after surgery. As I met with Dr. Moyer (my amazing doctor who keeps track of everything on me and my health) she asked me to describe the pain. I told her that was no problem, as the pain was "comparable to pushing my left hip in to a running chainsaw!" She responded without even blinking an eye and said, "Ahh, yes. Post operative pain is a wonderful thing, isn't it! Very different than the usual pain you are used to feeling."

After some discussion, she took out the wonderful BLUE prescription pad. The blue pad is much better than the white pad, as prescriptions written on the blue pad are extra gooooood, and require you to show your driver's license when you pick up the prescription. Over the years, I have taken almost every pill out there sans Viagra, so I was surprised with the doctor prescribed a new medicine for me, the lovely Percocet. Even better, when I picked up the Percocet at the pharmacy, it came in perhaps the largest medicine bottle I have ever seen in my life.



Caren makes sure I take my Percocet right on schedule, so believe me, you are lucky that I am even conscious to type this in to the computer. Really, I type at the computer now and fall asleep during the whole thing - it is sort of like when you were at church as a kid (maybe even now) and you start to doze of and then you jerk awake all of a sudden? Well, welcome to my world.

As you can see, as long as I am medicated, I am happy. I think Caren likes me more medicated, as I talk a lot less, which allows for her to get more of her work for school completed.

My best to everyone!