When I had my TMJ (jaw) surgery (which lasted more than four hours), I got mad when I woke up and my mom and sister had gone home already. Well, it turned out they had waited for me to wake up after the operation, and had even talked to me, but I just didn't remember that at all.
Never send a minion to do a god's work.
Glory ,'The Killer In Me'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
tommyrot - Mar 30, 2005 3:56:19 pm PST #1670 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
DavidS - Mar 30, 2005 3:57:02 pm PST #1671 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
A pretty juvenile 50 y.o., wouldn't you say?
The impression I got from Nurse Mercy (from Jamaica) was that she considered him more articulate than the average 8 y.o. I suspect the other 8 y.o.'s aren't reading enough Roald Dahl.
We had Nurse Seble, Nurse Berlin, Nurse Sandy and Nurse Mercy. And Dr. Phillippa (her first name) and Dr. Bartlett (his last, but that's what I'm remembering).
Lee - Mar 30, 2005 3:58:22 pm PST #1672 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Did you leave brownies out for them?
Damnit!
I don't remember being put out for getting my tonsils removed when I was five, but when I was put under when I got my wisdom teeth removed, the dentist gave me a valium to take first, so I wouldn't freak out about the gas.
brenda m - Mar 30, 2005 3:59:13 pm PST #1673 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Holy crap, it is a crazy storm out there. I think I'ma turn the computer off.
Jesse - Mar 30, 2005 3:59:38 pm PST #1674 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Sounds like Emmett was a trooper. Glad he wasn't pukey from the anesthesia, too.
Jesse - Mar 30, 2005 4:03:38 pm PST #1675 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
ION, I am so freaking happy to be home right now, I don't even know. I don't get how people with the big crazy jobs don't kill themselves. I've just had two 12-hour days in a row and even with a couple of hours this afternoon basically staring into space, I am WHIPPED.
DavidS - Mar 30, 2005 4:04:07 pm PST #1676 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Sounds like Emmett was a trooper. Glad he wasn't pukey from the anesthesia, too.
Nope, he was eating pizza less than an hour out of the hospital. He really was a trooper. Except when they took out the IV. Then there were tears. But that lasted about 2 minutes.
StuntHusband - Mar 30, 2005 4:04:23 pm PST #1677 of 10001
Electromagnetic candy! - Stark
I was all Valium'd out, and knew I had to flex my left fist to pop the veins for the anasthesia. I did. They inserted it. The surgeon said, "Um, Alex, you can stop that and put your arm down now." I started to, and before I hit the arm I was standing with my coat on, ready to leave, having been in the recovery room for 15 minutes already.
I also vaguely remember signing some more insurance forms and leaving through the front door, which my friend Vinney (the ASCII weasel, my driver for the day) said was impossible, I didn't sign anything, and we left through the back so as to not scare the next few patients waiting for surgery.
Valium + anaesthesia + Alex = FREAKSHOW. Emmett sounds like a real human (what do you expect from me, with the April 1 birthday? Normalcy? I'm made of POLYPROPYLENE, much like Klaus Nomi. Less soprano falsetto, though - not none, just less.)
Yay Emmett. I'm amazed at youngsters like him. I'm such a big ball of weird. :)
Jesse - Mar 30, 2005 4:09:10 pm PST #1678 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Needle in, and then coming out of, arm often = owwie, as I know from giving platelets and etc. And I do that on purpose!
Steph L. - Mar 30, 2005 4:09:53 pm PST #1679 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Anesthesia is weird. Granted that you don't want to be conscious for surgery, it's still like just losing a big chunk of time. The last thing I remember before my surgery was the anesthesiologist telling me they were going to increase the anesthesia, and then the very next thing I knew, I was in a hospital room, sitting up in bed and mid-sentence, having a conversation with my parents. I have no idea what I said prior to that, but I was chatting away. And Jaws was on the TV in my room, which is sort of surreal to see when you come out of surgery.