Of Blood and Bed Rest

How do people stand being drunk/hung over?  Because I don’t think I ever could.  Not after this.

Just want to update to say I made it through surgery okay.  I’m not in a lot of pain or discomfort at this point.  I’m still bleeding lightly and I can’t breathe out of my nose and the worst part is I can’t blow my nose for two weeks.

Right now I’m still feeling the effects of the anesthesia.  Actually, it was the worst part of the surgery.  The first few hours after I woke up were the absolute worst.  I was groggy and confused and my nose was burning and I had one of those clamps on my left finger, an IV in my right hand and a blood pressure machine on my right arm that squeezed the crap out of me every ten minutes. 

You know I’m a big boy.  And they had me in this tiny bed and I couldn’t turn over or get comfortable and it was awful.  I woke up with all these nurses talking to me and asking questions and I was trying to concentrate on what they were saying while simultaneously fighting back the sleep that was dragging me under.  It felt as though I had been up for a week straight and my body had finally taken over and was going into sleep-no-matter-what mode.  Yet, I couldn’t sleep ’cause I couldn’t get comfortable.  For the next hour or two, I tossed and turned in that cardboard bed and the first time I sat up, my nose poured blood like someone had turned on a faucet.  

I sat there with my eyes watering and blood coming out of my nose and my head was in another room and I just wanted someone to knock me out.  If I could have crawled out of my body, I would have so I could have avoided that experience.

Yesterday and today have been a blur of blood and bed rest.  This is gonna be a rough couple of weeks.