aaronjohnson’s AchillesBlog

This was my first surgery….so I’ll be honest, I was a little spooked. I got to the office and they told me to put on the robe…had to take shirt off, but could keep the shorts on (no butt shots for anyone) My nurse was cool, and talked quite a bit, which kinda took my mind off my thoughts of the slasher film that was going to be my ankle. They hook up heart monitors…which spooked me again. Only one needle to the hand for the IV…and all other drugs would be pumped through there. Not a fan of needles. Don’t mind the pain, but the sight of them makes me queezy. I told the nurse to tell me when she was gonna break out the needle and I’d turn the other way…she was kind enough to oblige.

The doc came in and talked to me as did the anesthesiologist asking if I had questions. Next thing ya know I was given something in the IV that they told me would sedate me a little. Into the surgery room I went…feeling a little goofy. They laid me back….put an oxygen mask on me….and that’s all I remember. Woke up with a splint already on….and an all to familiar throbbing in my achilles. I was asked how the pain was…I told her about a 6. The nurse gave me demerol through the IV. I have no real recollection of time…but I remember her asking again how the pain was….it hadn’t gone down at all…so I told her still 5-6. She gave me more demerol. The third time she asked….the pain still hadn’t changed..and she told me she couldn’t give me more demerol. The final time she asked I was maybe down to a 5….she told me I had to be under a 5 to go home…..so I told her I was surely a 4 1/2. Not that the pain was less….I’m a guy…I don’t want to spend any more time around a healthcare facility than I have to. Out came the IV and off I went.

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