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Health Update

Well, I’m two weeks post-op, and I’m doing OK

The first few days were pretty rough, but that was expected and Irish Woman and I had planned for it.  Thank goodness for good friends and Girlie Bear, who were a real help to Irish Woman while she split her time between the family and the hospital.  I spent two nights in the hospital instead of one because my doctor’s practice forgot to tell the hospital to discharge me, but since I was still on IV morphine for pain until the end of the second night, that was a blessing in disguise.

My post-hospital pain management took some adjusting, but eventually I was comfortable.  My doctor started me out on liquid Percocet, but I had to have him change that to another medicine because every time I took Percocet, I’d pass out, have horrific nightmares, and wake up with the worst tension headaches of my life.  Once my meds were adjusted, all that would happen was that I would get kind of dopey and fall asleep, but I was comfortable.  I switched over to over the counter pain relief on Sunday, and I’m doing OK.

I’ve been able to eat a little normal food for the last few days, but my diet is still mainly made up of jello, pudding, yogurt, and protein shakes.  I’ve had ice cream a few times, but not too much.  I tried drinking some broth, but it tasted like a mouthful of chicken grease, so I haven’t had too much of that. When I weighed myself this afternoon, I was down 15 pounds from my weight on the morning of my surgery.  That curve is probably going to flatten as I start eating more and more normal food, but I’ve cut a lot of the crap out of my diet, so I expect to continue to lose weight slowly.

At my check-up this afternoon, the doctor said my throat is healing as well as can be expected, but it’s going to be about another month or so before I’m back to 100%.  He said that I can expect to have a sore throat for a couple more weeks, but I can eat whatever I want as long as I can stand the pain.

I started back to work today.  My boss is being very understanding, and is letting me work half days for the rest of the week at the office.  I will dial in from home after lunch.  Next week is a short week for me, so I’m easing back into work.

So, to sum up, I’m doing OK.  Recovery from this was a bit rough and painful at first, but after spending the first week pretty much flat on my back, I’ve been able to do a little more every day.  Irish Woman tells me that there is a noticeable lack of snoring when I sleep, which is one of the main reasons I did this.  Hopefully that continues.

For those of you who stuck with me while I was blogging while stoned on pain meds, thank you.  I’ve gone back and read my posts, and I can tell that a lot of my filters were definitely in the off position.  Hope I wasn’t too obnoxious.

Shoutouts

  • To the lady in the doctor’s office today with her son:  There was no need to thank me for asking the receptionist to switch the television from CNN to Disney.  I’ve been in your place, and I know how hard it is to keep a munchkin from losing it in a non-munchkin environment.  Plus, I got to read my book in relative peace while I waited for my appointment.
  • To the geriatric hippie driving the smoke belching VW van on the highway today:  Thank you for keeping the mosquitoes down along I-64.  I am truly impressed that you are able to keep that POS on the road at all, but if your top end is 45, maybe you should try taking side streets.
  • To the lady in the Walmart checkout this afternoon:  I suggest the use of mace and shock collars to keep your brood of 7 children in line at the store.  If you’re not willing to do so, I’m pretty sure I can get volunteers.
  • To the two young men who were behind me in line at Walmart:  Guys, you were pushing a cart full of pudding cups, Dolly Madison cupcakes, beef jerky, and Mountain Dew.  You weren’t fooling anyone by trying to act straight while giggling like fiends and smelling like the inside of a bong.  Thankfully, I don’t think you were driving, because you dragged along a girlfriend, who seemed to be sober.
  • To the sober young lady with the two stoners:  I’m so sorry about your situation.  I’m sure you could do better.
  • To the lady in the Walmart parking lot wearing the pink business suit:  Maybe if you smacked the young man you were walking into the store with, who I assume was your son, a few times, he wouldn’t walk around with his pants down around his knees, wear a ball cap for a basketball team halfway across the country cocked 45 degrees, have a sleeveless tee shirt with a vulgar picture and saying on it, and words carved into his purple hair.

Now I’m really hungry

Here I sit, drinking a low-fat protein shake because it’s easy to swallow, and I read this article.  Why do I do this to myself?

I know I can’t eat anything on that list more than a couple of times  a year, but it all sounds wonderful. 

My loving wife is one of the best cooks I’ve ever met.  I didn’t get fat because she can’t cook.  She loves cooking with pork fat, bourbon, and spices.  One of her favorite breakfasts to make is biscuits and gravy made with a local sausage that tastes more like bacon or ham than sausage served with a fruit salad to cut the cholesterol. The other night she made beef stroganoff from scratch and I played through the pain just so I could have a little of it.  The smell of her cuisine over the past few weeks has been driving me mad.  It should tell you something that in the two weeks since I’ve stopped eating her cooking, I’ve lost between 10 and 20 pounds.

As I’ve recovered, I’ve tried eating a few normal things with varying degrees of fail.  After two weeks of eating soft foods like jello, pudding, protein shakes, and soft noodles, the thought of a Fried Cheese Melt or a Farmhouse Burger is almost sinful.  When this is over, I’m going to lunch at a Chinese buffet and I’m not leaving until I’ve tried a little of everything.

Hurricane Dora?

Hurricane Dora is churning in the Pacific, and is expected to hit Mexico’s coast soon.

Upon hearing that a hurricane had been named after a cartoon character, I wonder what’s next?  Could we have a year with a list of hurricanes named after annoying children television characters?

Here are a few suggestions:

Austin

Barney
Diego
Elmo
Grover
Pablo
Pikachu
Rocky
Tasha
Tyrone
Uniqua

And yes, before you ask, I’ve watched way too much kids television in the last 20 years or so.  Why do you ask?

We’re going to need a bigger boat

Scientists off the coast of South Africa were treated recently to an opportunity to conduct an up close and personal observation of a great white shark in the wild.  Specifically, a 9 plus foot long shark jumped out of the water, landed on the stern of a research vessel, and proceeded to thrash about, cutting fuel lines and such.  Eventually, the shark was returned to open water.

How’d you like to have been the research intern who was chumming when that thing jumped over you?  I just hope that same intern wasn’t the one who had to hose out the bottom of the boat that day.  My guess is that it was especially foul after this incident

Today’s Earworm

Let.It.Go

A Lions Club fair in Lexington, Kentucky, is featuring a dunk tank manned by a woman impersonating Casey Anthony.  She apparently taunts the crowd to elicit more participation and hence more income:

I wanna see some real men — I’ve been in prison too long,” the Anthony impersonator says to one ball-thrower before plunging into a pool of water. She taunts another, “You think I’m guilty?

People, y’all need to let it go and move on with your lives.  The trial is over.  She was found not guilty.  No-one is going to sue her ala OJ.  She is going to live out her life in infamy and obscurity.  She was a white trash nobody before Nancy Grace plastered her and her dead child in front of the hooting mob, and that’s where she will return.
We’ve got more important things to worry about.  The two parties are playing political and economic chicken to see who sells us down the river.  The price of everything but bullsh– is going through the roof.  We are fighting 2.6 wars in places that most people can’t find on a globe.


Please quit obsessing over a 20 something refugee from Girls Gone Wild and concentrate on something important.  You’re starting to become annoying.  Don’t annoy me Mr. McGee.  You wouldn’t like me when I’m annoyed.


Update – 7/21/2011


It appears that good taste has surprisingly sprung in this incident.  The fair has torn down the dunking booth.  It’s amazing how quickly people realize they’ve acted like morons when the light of 1000 websites shines upon them.

Naptime

Boo stayed home from school today, and he played hard all morning.  Irish Woman caught him nodding off with Timmy, the half cat/half Angus beef cow.

News Roundup

  • From the “Busy Night” Department – An Ohio legislator has pled guilty to DUI.  At the time of his arrest, he was driving under the influence, had a stripper in the car, and had Viagra in his system.  Wow, there’s a lot going on there.  If you wrote that into a movie script, it would be rejected as being unbelievable.  Then again, I had no problem believing it in the news report, so who knows?
  • From the “Stupid Is As Stupid Does” Department – A group of college students in Utah were injured when their pastime of dropping Molotov cocktails and fireworks down an abandoned mineshaft literally backfired on them.  Apparently it was just fun and games until someone arrived with a metric crap-ton of gasoline and it got spilled down the mineshaft and caught fire. If the word ‘blowtorch’ just ran through your mind, congratulations, you’re right.  Several people were badly burned and had to drive themselves down out of the mountains to get some help.   Remember people, stupidity and flammable liquids don’t mix.  I don’t know how often I’ve had to say that.
  • From the “This is Revolution!” Department – A judge in Minnesota refused to help bar and liquor store owners who wanted him to force the state to issue liquor licenses even though the government is shut down due to budget issues.  Civilization may not come to a stop if the government isn’t there, but it will come to a screeching, fiery halt if the supply of booze slows to a trickle.  No reports of mobs with torches and pitchforks have been provided, but I expect to see them any day.
  • From the “Buzz Kill” Department – A Goodwill store in Kansas reports that someone accidentally put some marijuana in with a recent donation.  Somewhere in Kansas, a stoner is walking around wondering what happened to his bean bag, his “Dark Side of the Moon” glow-in-the-dark poster, and his stash.
  • From the “Have you met my brother-in-law?” Department – Canadian scientists are claiming to have found genetic proof that early homo sapiens interbred with Neandertal populations they found when they walked out of Africa.  For those of you who have met me or my kids, this should come as no surprise.  I can proudly say that I am the third generation of my family to walk upright, but there are some scars and callouses on my knuckles.
  • From the “Are you bloody kidding me?” Department – The National Institutes for Health is under fire over a 2009 report that correlated the size of a gay man’s penis with his preferences in the bedroom. I won’t go into detail here, but government money was used to correlate and publish data over whether a gay man was more likely to be a pitcher or catcher based on some of his attributes.   I’m not going to make a witty observance here.  I’m in awe of the bad taste, fiscal   irresponsibility, and the fact that they actually filled out that grant request.

Today’s Earworm