{"id":975,"date":"2007-11-12T09:37:33","date_gmt":"2007-11-12T16:37:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/arcanius.silverfir.net\/wp\/aftermath"},"modified":"2007-11-12T09:37:33","modified_gmt":"2007-11-12T16:37:33","slug":"aftermath","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/arcanius.silverfir.net\/blog\/aftermath\/","title":{"rendered":"Aftermath"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After checking in at the Surgery Pavillion (not actually a party place, but still pretty nice), I got to sit around and converse with my mom and with three or four nurses who occasionally visited. I didn&#8217;t actually began the trip to the Operating Room until around 2:30 Friday afternoon &#8212; the earlier surgeries had gone a bit longer than expected. I never made it to the OR, at least not as I remember it. The &#8220;cocktail&#8221; the nurse anaesthetist gave me that was supposed to prepare me for &#8220;really going under&#8221; itself did the trick. I felt great for about a minute, and then I was gone.<\/p>\n<p>The next thing I remember is waking up in a recovery room around 4:30 and feeling quite good &#8212; probably the closest approximation to drunk I have ever experienced. I called out to the guy at the other side of the hall, joked and talked loudly with the nurses and surgeon, and generally had a great time as I came down from the drug-induced high. It wasn&#8217;t long until I started feeling pain, but as distant as it seems now, I&#8217;m pretty sure they gave me another pain med booster shot into my IV about that time. During the two-hour surgery, I sucked down 3 IV bags and the next thing I noticed (but only once it was suggest by a nurse) was that I needed to relieve myself in a pretty bad way. With lots of help, I made my way off of the bed and across the hall to the bathroom, then back onto the bed. I don&#8217;t remember too well what happened in the rest of my time in the recovery room &#8212; perhaps I fell asleep again?<\/p>\n<p>At any rate, around 6:30 or 7:00, we finally left the hospital. A nurse took me down to the parking garage in a wheel chair and then he helped me into the car, a Subaru Legacy that barely fit me with my leg-that-would-not-bend (due to a brace, not the surgery itself). My mom, who had spent the whole day at the surgery pavilion with me, then took me to my parent&#8217;s place here in Bellevue. By the time I got home and situated on the family-couch-turned-bed, I was in a lot of pain again, so I took the first of my oxycodone 10mg extended release tablets. Well, this stuff really is pretty powerful, and although I wasn&#8217;t exactly comfortable afterwards, the pain was dull enough to get along.<\/p>\n<p>The first night was uncomfortable; the couch did not a good bed make &#8212; it was not supportive enough and its backwards tilt gave me some back pain the next day. I had to get up twice on my own to go to the bathroom, and one of those trips was combined with tuning off my mother&#8217;s cell phone, which was complaining about a low battery every five minutes with a loud beep, and turning off the dishwasher, which was complaining about nobody emptying it every ten minutes with a series of loud beeps. Suffice it to say, I didn&#8217;t stay on the couch the next two nights.<\/p>\n<p>Saturday was actually my birthday (the surgery was a day-early present), but my mom arranged a surprise &#8220;rolling party&#8221; for me. Throughout the day, various friends showed up bringing good cheer and cards. It was really quite a bit of fun and did a good job to keep my mind off of the pain. That night we wached Transformers before calling it a night. I slept in my brother&#8217;s old room; it was much more comfortable, especially after I discovered that not raising my leg on a pillow actually reduced pain for me. I only had to get up for the bathroom one time that night. I also had a two am fall on the stairs (not: not down the stairs, but on the stairs) as I tried to get my ice bath container refilled. It didn&#8217;t hurt, but it did teach me that I need to use the railings to go down stairs, and it did wake up my parents. My mom refilled my ice container, and everyone went back to sleep, eventually.<\/p>\n<p>Sunday I was in a lot less pain than Saturday; I was able to walk around (with crutches) a lot more, and generally be more jovial. The rolling birthday party continued with a few more friends coming by; Spiderman 3 was the movie of the night.\u00c2\u00a0 My surgeon Dr. Wahl also called and we discussed a few things including weight-bearing (ok as long as comfortable, because no meniscus work was done), metal in the screws and pins (a titanium molly bolt and a titanium molybdenum pin, as I recall), and when the surgical dressing can come off (no earlier than Tuesday).<\/p>\n<p>Today, I am just now getting ready to take my first of the twice daily oxycodone extended release. I haven&#8217;t used any of the &#8220;booster pills&#8221; since Saturday, and I hope to continue that. It is raining and dreary, so I guess I won&#8217;t be going out for a run today&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After checking in at the Surgery Pavillion (not actually a party place, but still pretty nice), I got to sit around and converse with my mom and with three or four nurses who occasionally visited. 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