That's done

OK.  So it’s done.

I survived the surgery.  The best I can tell is that I know this because I woke up afterward.  From the end of the meeting with the anesthesiologist until waking up in “my room,’ 610; a place I did not desire to be in for very long.

The stories of getting the patient ‘up on their feet’ were true my case.  They managed to keep me from vomiting, passing out, or doing some other not very pleasant thing involuntarily.  I have a much for pleasant tale about what happens when one takes Oxycodone for four consecutive days.

There are a bunch of things they do in the surgical suite (I always wanted to write that!) to keep the plane door.  I am purposely leaving that misspelling as an indicator of where my brain is functioning.  “pain down”.  One was an interesting nerve-block procedure that required really long needles and a ultra-scan to only block two nerves going from the front of hour (leg), like where the knee pain will be focused, I thought.  Everyone, except my doctor, has told me that it was going to hurt lot.  ('Articles' seem to be one of the first things to go from writing when under oxycodone.  I was bright, witty… I was going to kill this thing, Except I didn’t.