I am doing somewhat better since I had my bandages removed yesterday. My dad did the honors, and despite my apprehension they came off easily. Last time I wasn't so lucky. The bandages always seem to make my back stiffer. Once they are off, it is always such a relief. I have staples this time, instead of stitches (11 down and 9 across--middle of the back and lower right side respectively). They will be removed this coming Friday by my PCM. Thankfully, I don't have to go back to Durham for that.
Thanks for the notes and prayers.
Well, my mother and I made it back from Durham today at 4:30. My surgery was moved up a bit. Fortunately, I was early to the medical center, so as soon as I walked in I was whisked away to surgery. Apparently the anesthesiologist knew how much I wanted to sleep right through this operation (I had to be awake for the previous three to answer questions), so he gave me plenty of medicine and I don't remember a thing: just going in and waking up in recovery. Just the way I like it. No one really needs to be awake during surgery on their back, imho.
I am feeling okay. This will probably be my last message for a while. I just wanted to say hi before I get on my bed and recover.
I had a dream last night that was pretty movie-like. The characters were interesting too. Stephanie and I were FBI agents busting some frat house college types for their meth lab. We had guns and everything. It was very intense. Once we cleared the scene, Benjamin came in. Apparently, he was an MD who works with us, convenient since his wife is my partner.
Anyway, to get the conclusion of this episode, I poured a glass of wine on the floor in the hallway, and discovered a secret compartment that led to a basement. The frat guys were loaning it out to a renegade scientist who was experimenting in human cloning.