Recovery

Well 2 weeks ago I had my surgery and I really underestimated how it would go. I guess to keep me from freaking out the doc told me it was a routine procedure and that he has done hundreds. He said that the success rate was very high and that it would all be ok. Now that was all true and I am recovering nicely but he forgot to mention the massive pain! When I was rolled out of the O.R. I awoke to the sounds of the nurse saying "Mr. Sang wake up, you're all done" My eyes slowly opened, I could see the florescent lights glaring down at me. I could here the heart and breathing monitor beeping. For a split second all was right in the world, the drugs kept me in a floating sea of bliss. That great feeling that you have when you are half asleep and half awake. I thought to myself "well this isn't so bad." And I drifted off again.
Now to me that felt like it took a few hours, in reality it was only a few minutes. Once again I heard the voice "Mr. Sang cmon dear wake up, you're all done." Now this time the delightful floating sea of bliss had turned into the hurricane of pain. I guess my pain meds had worn off and my brain finally woke up. The best way to describe it is that it feels like your guts are getting ripped out. Oh wait, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED! I started cussing (a lot). MOTHER FUCKER THIS HURTS. Again the sweet voice "Mr. Sang calm down we'll get you some pain medication soon. Can you rate your pain on a scale of 1 to 10?" Now remember I have had organs removed from my body. "12 BITCH! OH FUCK THIS SUCKS!" Now my mom is a nurse and she has told me stories of people coming out of O.R. wild and unruly and until now I could not really understand why. Without missing a beat the nurse says "Okay Hun just relax and let the medicine work, I am giving you Morphine and Dilotted." I remember yelling "HURRY THE FUCK UP!" She touched my forehead and said "It's okay just relax your wife is on the way" and then the floating sea of bliss returned. I dosed off into that twilight between sleep and consciousness. I remember my wife coming in and telling it all went well, after that it was all a blur till the next day.

Not I have to admit I feel bad for yelling and cussing out the nurses. Like I said my mom is a nurse and trust me when I tell you that they are just doing their job. Even though I cussed her out she never raised her voice or got angry. She kept her sweet voice and told me it would be okay. Funny thing is I cannot remember what she looked like. So to the faceless angel that endured my onslaught a heartfelt apology and thank you.

I go for my follow up tomorrow. Hopefully I will get the staples removed from my abdomen and I will be cleared to move around some more. Cross your fingers.