The answer to that question, if you are my DH, is "why, yes, I am high." It's really funny. He doesn't think he's impaired at all, but he is. The Vicodin makes him a tiny bit grumpy, a little loopy, and very forgetful. Today, I went to work for the first time since the surgery. I talked to him on the phone this afternoon and he had slurred speach, told me one story twice, and over-shared about his bowels moving. It was such a treat. The funniest part is that he doesn't think it's funny at all. He's especially grumpy when I laugh at how loopy he is or how he just told the same story twice.
The good news is that he's getting around a bit now. He's not in bed all day and he's able to sleep on his side. For anyone who might wonder, he's recovering quite well. But, he's still high.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Now, that's gross...
You know what's gross? Oozy incisions, that's what.
The DH had surgery today. It was for two hernias he's been carrying around for a while. It's a good thing to have taken care of, but not very fun right after. All I can really say is that I'm super lucky he didn't have too hard a time of it. There were no fainting spells and no puking. He has good drugs and can sleep now. (Oh, yeah -- he's lucky too. It's just the blog that's all about me.)
I love modern medicine. The surgery was done laproscopically through three tiny (about an inch across) incisions. Two below the belly button and one above. This reduces recovery time from 4-6 weeks down to 2-3 weeks. He won't be able to go to work for three weeks because it's heavy labor, but I'm still amazed out what can be done. The other cool thing is that they repair the hernia and then put Gore-Tex on it to keep it from herniating again. I love Gore-Tex! Who knew it could be used for such cool stuff?
The only funny part about the laproscopic surgery is that they fill the cavity with CO2 gas to do the surgery and it can make things puffy or cause pains in weird places, like the shoulders. It can't get out of the body like normal gas, so it goes crazy places. It's harmless, so we can laugh about it.
The DH had surgery today. It was for two hernias he's been carrying around for a while. It's a good thing to have taken care of, but not very fun right after. All I can really say is that I'm super lucky he didn't have too hard a time of it. There were no fainting spells and no puking. He has good drugs and can sleep now. (Oh, yeah -- he's lucky too. It's just the blog that's all about me.)
I love modern medicine. The surgery was done laproscopically through three tiny (about an inch across) incisions. Two below the belly button and one above. This reduces recovery time from 4-6 weeks down to 2-3 weeks. He won't be able to go to work for three weeks because it's heavy labor, but I'm still amazed out what can be done. The other cool thing is that they repair the hernia and then put Gore-Tex on it to keep it from herniating again. I love Gore-Tex! Who knew it could be used for such cool stuff?
The only funny part about the laproscopic surgery is that they fill the cavity with CO2 gas to do the surgery and it can make things puffy or cause pains in weird places, like the shoulders. It can't get out of the body like normal gas, so it goes crazy places. It's harmless, so we can laugh about it.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Are you OK, ma'am?
I think I broke my toe, but I didn't admit it right off. That would have been too humiliating.
So, when the security guard heard a huge BIFF just behind him, he stood up and took notice. That's what happened yesterday. I was at a conference center with one of my co-workers, walking through the lobby, when I did a little face plant. I just tripped over the transition from tile to carpet. (I know most of you can't even imagine, but those transitions are hard to get over.)
I was carrying a laptop, notebook, and my wallet. All of them went flying. I just stayed on the floor for a few moments while I checked to ensure that nothing was broken. My co-worker and the security guard were very concerned with my well-being. I said I was fine, got up, and walked out with my head held high. I got a good laugh out of it with my co-worker as well.
When I got back to my office, the throbbing started in my toe. It's the one next to my baby toe on the right foot. It just kept hurting worse and worse. Then I started getting concerned that I wouldn't be able to drive home. I sucked it up and got home just fine though.
Then I told the DH about it and he got a good laugh about it too (after the obligatory sympathizing). Now he knows how really clumsy I am. And I really am clumsy.
So, when the security guard heard a huge BIFF just behind him, he stood up and took notice. That's what happened yesterday. I was at a conference center with one of my co-workers, walking through the lobby, when I did a little face plant. I just tripped over the transition from tile to carpet. (I know most of you can't even imagine, but those transitions are hard to get over.)
I was carrying a laptop, notebook, and my wallet. All of them went flying. I just stayed on the floor for a few moments while I checked to ensure that nothing was broken. My co-worker and the security guard were very concerned with my well-being. I said I was fine, got up, and walked out with my head held high. I got a good laugh out of it with my co-worker as well.
When I got back to my office, the throbbing started in my toe. It's the one next to my baby toe on the right foot. It just kept hurting worse and worse. Then I started getting concerned that I wouldn't be able to drive home. I sucked it up and got home just fine though.
Then I told the DH about it and he got a good laugh about it too (after the obligatory sympathizing). Now he knows how really clumsy I am. And I really am clumsy.
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