THE SURGERY CHRONICLES, PT 2: HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL
This will be brief, as I have no choice. I am literally standing in my bathroom with the laptop on the counter, because that is the only way I can type.
Long story short, the surgery was a success with only a minor hiccup (warning: minor TMI/gross out detail ahead). The herniated disc bulge was hiding behind a bone that they couldn’t cut through without having to do a fusion. So my surgeon had to perform my surgery by feel only. Yeah, I’m glad I didn’t know that ahead of time.
As a matter of fact, I’m glad I had no idea how miserable I’d be. Because I am. Remember how I said in my last blog that I couldn’t complain? Well, I lied. Because here goes.
a) I had an allergic reaction to the pre-surgery antibiotic coursing through my veins.
b) I am allergic to sulfa, which is a main ingredient in Benadryl, which is how they treat allergic reactions to such antibiotics.
c) So they spent a nice chunk of time on the phone with doctors, researching an alternative. Which they found…eventually.
d) In my life, I have never been more uncomfortable. The pressure on my spine right now is making me a little bat-sh*t crazy. The lovely drugs aren’t much of a help, sadly.
e) Getting into and out of bed, I turn into my own little exorcist version of Linda Blair. My head really wants to spin on its axis and scream bloody murder, but instead I just suck it up and make do. Because I’m not that tough, but I’m sure trying to be.
The only good news (at least to a twisted little pop culture soul like myself) is that today provided two hot topics for me to blog about in the very near future: the Golden Globe nominees and the MLB Mitchell Steroid Report. Now that is good times.
So I’m off to recite all curse words in the English language as I attempt to nap. I promise that future entries will contain a tad more humor and positivity.