Achy Breaky Chest
Well it’s over. I mean it’s not completely over, but most of the way. The hard part at least is done; I am feeling better and yada-yada. Actually things went very well and while I would have liked some changes it was about an 85% good thing as far as surgery is concerned. I mean let’s face it surgery is pretty close to the bottom of things you look forward to, so 85% is probably a pretty good outcome, I suppose?
So here are my memories:
1. I checked in at 10 AM on October 7 and there waiting were the customary implements of goodness. An open back gown, blood pressure cuff and scale. I was told to undress get the gown on and get in bed. (No this was not one of those films). Trust me I checked everywhere for the camera.
2. I pulled the curtain got undressed and I heard the most wonderful sound just as I removed my ahh socks, (yeah socks) it was the sound of Pink Floyd’s ‘Comfortably Numb’ which I was not expecting but was hoping to be shortly. Turns out the nurse remembered my request for the song from the week before when I had two stents placed.
3. Once on the cart, (my mobile platform for a few hours it turns out), I was greeted by the smiling hospital staff that immediately needed to weigh me. You have got to love efficiency and yes the entire world (well anyway those who were looking) got to see some of my vital signs being taken. Hospitals are no place for modesty.
4. Almost three hours later I was still not comfortably numb, but I was being wheeled out to the surgical suite. I arrived again to the wonderful sounds of the Pink Floyd song ‘Comfortably Numb’ and I was doing well, until the…