June 28th

I arrived at the outpatient clinic and was given a refresher on the day’s events:  a little over an hour for surgery prep, an hour for the actual surgery, and about 2-3 hours to recover from general anesthesia (give or take whatever time it really takes to recover).

Surgery prep was uneventful.  Repeatedly answered the same questions from the nurses and the anesthesiologist.  The surgeon came in and marked my left leg.  "Don’t worry," he said, "we only get it wrong occasionally."  I’m not sure my insurance covers comedy.

In the operating room, I remember breathing through the mask and wondering how long the anesthesia would kick in.  Next thing I knew, I woke up in the recovery room with my left leg in a new splint.  At this point, I was loving anesthesia.  I remember saying to the nurse "this hurts less than I thought it would."  She replied "that’s how painkillers work.  Take them and stay ahead of the pain."

A few hours later, I was lucid enough to be discharged.  Got home and drank some water - that seemed okay.  An hour later, I tried to eat some food - that was less okay.  It was inevitable.  I grabbed a bag and threw up.  At this point, I was hating anesthesia.

Silver lining?  I felt MUCH BETTER.  So kids, if you’re nauseous after general anesthesia, just throw up and get it over with.  It’s worth it.