Friday, November 25, 2011

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My brother drove back to Plano, Tx today. It was pretty weather and aside from the holiday traffic I imagine it was a pleasant ride. Yesterday we watched the Cowboys vs. Miami game, which the Cowboys eked out a win by one point. We had eaten breakfast here at the house, and watched the Macy's parade during that and then most of the game dosing here and there. I still had discomfort over my surgery, particularly when getting up and any movement involving stretching my abdomen. The doctors gave me pain meds and a ice bag to put on time to time and I'm grateful for both, but there's just a certain healing and discomfort period of adjustment as it feels like they sewed some sort of patch inside of me and it still binds and pinches at times. I guess one has to deal with it. That area is still pretty swollen, and without getting to graphic into the whole ordeal, I'll just say it's on the mend, though I don't plan on taking karate lessons anytime soon.

Somewhere after the Cowboy game we got hungry. My brother had sort of planned on going home on Thursday and since he's already slept past the time he meant to leave, and also since we were both getting hungry again, we decided to go eat somewhere. We were limited somewhat with it being Thanksgiving day, but I felt we should be able to find something open somewhere. We drove around for a bit, and settled on a cafeteria place called Allen's that's modeled after Golden Corral restaurant, which turns out, even with the same bland tasting food. Once we got inside we were greeted at our table with just about the worse serving host I can recall in just about all my restaurant going experiences. We noticed that when he walked up to our table his mouth was opening and closing, but there wasn't anything coming out. Granted it was noisy and crowded in the place, but the young Hispanic teenager was truly pathetic. We stared at him further hoping for a translator or something understandable to emerge, and finally a snaggled-toothed woman came up and asked us what we wanted to drink and if we wanted rolls. Once settled and figuring out the routine of the place we went to get food.

We came back started the meal without any rolls. I got up a few times to see if I couldn't track down some sort of rolls perhaps somewhere else, and grab some salad. Quiet speaking, broken English lad passed by a few times and filled my brother's drink, and of course murmured something that neither of us could hear or understand. Truthfully this sort of behavior makes me crazy to the point of wanting to smacking them up side the head and yell, "Speak up, are you that daft?" but I refrained as it was a holiday and assume everyone was on edge too. He came back by and filled up my glass with tea, but without ice, naturally. He said something, and we just starred as his piehole flapping some more. He later collected all the dishes while I ate my dessert, and muttered if we needed any more rolls, which we told him no we were leaving. A few minutes later, he brought a couple of more rolls. I couldn't help but wondered how messed up this guy's future was going to be, as verbal communication is pretty much needed these days, but was so displeased with the experience, didn't care.

We got back home and watched some of the UT vs. the Texas A & M game. It was close and it looked like A & M was going to win it, but UT kicked a field goal in the last fifteen seconds or so, pretty amazing game. My brother and I mouthed nondiscernible dialogue to each other as on ongoing joke.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

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So over the Thanksgiving holidays I made an appointment to get my hernia stitched back up. I wasn't looking forward to it as I've never had any surgery, and since I imagine there would be some sort of pain involved, I wasn't looking forward to that either. But my brother offered to come down and shuttle me around from the hospital to home I thought I better go do this while I'm still halfway able to do it. Then I could mark it off the "to do" list. I had to make an appointment with a doctor of internal medicine, which was recommended from my general doctor. He looked at my condition for a minute and said, "I can take care of that." Since I've never done it before I would have liked for him to be a bit more forthcoming on what was to happen, what was to be expected, a bit of the procedure, but he didn't spell it out completely, and I let it go. But as the time grew nearer, I called back his nurse or the lady that answered his phone and asked her a bunch of questions. As time grew shorter and shorter to the actually time to get it performed, I guess I was in "whatever" mode, and I'll weather whatever it takes. But I at least wanted a ballpark figure to the cost. Don't people demand these answers anymore? I got the feeling they weren't going to mention it at all, but you know, since I was paying... And I had a few other preliminary questions. I was supposed to fast after midnight the day before, and not drink anything after midnight either, which I did. That was about it.

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I'd made the actually surgery for Monday November 21st at 5:15am. Actually I think that was done well. I wanted to get it over with early and out of the way, and I could recoup the rest of the day or week or whatever. But at least I would not be starving all day due to fasting, which is literally one of the things I hate doing. Nothing like being on edge and throw on top of it, starving and nervous to boot. Of course they all told me I had high blood pressure and told me I should get that looked into--which I knew already. I'm working on it, I'm just wondering if I can do that through some other option rather than taking medication on a daily basis, I might be somewhat delusional, naive, or just not smart, but I'm trying to loose some weight and see if that will help. If not, I guess I'll go on the meds, even though I don't know that the consensus is totally accurate on whether that helps totally or not. Whatever the consensus, it seems all Americans are on these meds, makes you wonder about our diets at least.

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So I go in, shuck my clothing, put on the flimsy robe they make you wear, nervously use the restroom many times even though I had not drunk any water since midnight. Finally a nurse comes and hooks up the IV, and takes my blood pressure and a few vital signs and tells me we're about ready. I know I'm ready by this time to get it over with. She said she'd give me a shot (in the IV), and it would relax me and then we go in the operation room. She does that, and the next thing I knew, I'm being woke up in recovery. Honestly it was that quick. I hardly knew what happened to me, which I'm grateful for. I'm still sore in my groin, and hurts to stretch and use my stomach muscles. I've got pain meds for that. I will say though, I'm all for euthanasia now, and I don't want to be cut on and have parts removed to keep me alive and have some doctor make some bucks off of me. That's bullshit. I think it would be much more merciful to get all your affairs in order, and then pull the switch--of course, that'll never happen. The medical community wants to bleed your saving dry before they'll give you the big send off. Oh well, why dwell on dark thoughts...

Hope your having a good Thanksgiving one and all.