Grab a Shovel, It's Getting Deep in Here: Blog Post #410 Surgery Woes

This page has been a part of my life for close to three years now. And it has become like a journal for me especially lately when I can not venture very far from the bed or the couch. As of today I have 410 posts. And just this week I have hit 20000+ views on just this page. Because of being laid up after surgery, I have been posting away in each blog series. And I hope you enjoy reading them, as much as I enjoy rambling. My next Exploring post is a huge time consumer---so perfect for me, after surgery. And when done, it will appear in all three of my blog series. It will be a glossary of all of our Exploring. This will help organize my adventures and pictures for you the reader, and for me. I do not sit well, so having such a large project helps keep me seated. Moving around way to much the first day of recovery helps keep me seated also. I greatly over did it the first day, and was extra sore all day yesterday as a result. My wife being such an awesome nurse, keeps me resting also. I know that if I attempted to much, she would tackle me and drag me back to the bed.

I will include some jokes at the end of this post. Because even though it still hurts me to laugh, there is no reason you can not have a chuckle or three! At this point I can not muster out a full out cough. And can not imagine what a sneeze would do to me right now. My innards are super glued back together. At this point I would be most satisfied with being able to take a poo.

Before the surgery I often amazed others in the house, others that often had there noses plugged, while looking for cans of Glade air freshener, amazed them at how many times I could stink up the bathroom in one day. Now it has been several days, and I believe I would do a great dance if I could only poo! Apparently my colon has not read the book, "everyone poos." As the droppings pile up, I reflect on how happy I previously was to be able to pee without great pain. It really is the little things that matter! During the surgery I had a capitor in, and it was a full day before I could pee again without it burning! On the way home from surgery, we stopped at a gas station so that I could pee for the first time. I was unaware of the pain to come. And at one point, thought I was going to black out from the pain, in the middle of the stinky and or sticky restroom. I did refrain from yelling cuss words at my penis though. Something I can not always say I did.

Before I sound like much more of a wuss, this was my first surgery ever. I would like to say it's my last surgery, but I am young, and my wife says these type of things come in three's. It was light surgery but I was more than a little nervous about it all. Happily my wonderful wife, was by my side, making fun of me just like the nurses! I wouldn't want it any other way. I had a double hernia fixed. Or at least that's what they were supposed to be doing down there. For all I know they were just putting in a butt plug and that's why I have been having restroom issues. At some point I asked the Dr in charge of knocking me out, to describe the procedure. I was not aware that he would go into a highly detailed description --that possibly took longer than the actual surgery. I was ready to pack it in and go home before the surgery after this description. And if the pain had not been so bad over the last week or so, I probably would have wussed out and not had the surgery at all.

I was also worried about the pain medication, because I am an extreme light weight on any type of pill. Sadly, I had not yet had any pills when these pictures were takin' although it greatly looks like I am doped up in several of them.