Now, onto the more painful matter of hernia repair.
Surgery went well/was successful as were the several hours after the procedure, both at the ho(r)s(e)pital and at home last evening. The "fun" started about 415 AM as I tried to return to bed from the porcelin fixture. I not only passed out once, but did it a second time after foolishly trying to stand up again after the 1st episode. Yea, and that's behavior from a cardiologist :oops: . The second one, right in front of my wife, in the dark, prompted screams from her that she was calling 911. I had restored enough cerebral bloodflow at that point, to tell her not to do that as it was a simple fainting episode and all I needed was to have my groggy carcass returned to bed (after some juice, water, another percocet and a cereal bar) which was accomplished after about an hour. That worked until about 8 AM when I awoke for the day and proceeded to scare the @$&* outta her again as I crumpled to the floor whilst stumbling to the commode again. After some delicious juice and another cereal bar, water and percocet, and continuing to feel woozy, we finally figgered out that perhaps it wasn't related to the surgery (though the pain was moderate), dehydration or lack of nourishment. We concluded (with a phone call to the surgeon) that it was probably the damn narcotic. The next round of pain relief was 400 mg of ibuprofen and an ice pack and that has worked well most of the day. We have arrived safely (and sorely :oops: ) at the coast but are FAR away from the Wild Ladies of CT. I'll enjoy an ale (no more percocet for me!), another 400 mg of ibuprofen, a small snack and another ice pack to the area before retiring for the night, hopefully recovered enough for a couple long walks on the beach tomorrow.
I don't know what EarlJam-like experiences others have had, but I am not sure I'll ever take another narcotic after that experience.
Manly, guy, macho hugs, of course. ;)
