So it has been a long, kind of painful week for me. After being sore from the Chicago Marathon I scheduled my hernia surgery 3 days after the race. I figured if I was in pain anyway why not add more to it or at least distract me from my tired running legs.
(Caption: There is almost no limit to how BIG a hernia could get if left untreated!)
So the surgery was bright and early last Wednesday morning. I had to be there at 7:00 am for the pre-op stuff and surgery scheduled at 8:30.
So that night I got a bunch of calls, from the nurse, anathesiaolgist, and of course my mom. I was not really nervous about the whole thing. At this point what could I do. Maybe the IM motto dancing in my head of "only worry about the things you can control", seemed to help.
But my mom is great, but like all parents they can drive me TOTALLY INSANE sometimes.
She kept asking me this:
Mom: you Nervous?
Bubba: not really..
Mom: yeah, I know you are, you nervous yet?
See where this is going...
So 7:00 am I rolled in there, no food or water after midnight, for me that is more painful than anything else. I was the 1st person on the doctor's surgery list so I was whisked away in the prep room.
The anathesiaolgist met me, he asked me some questions what kinda of shape I was in. So I told him I just ran the Chicago marathon. He was actually impressed. Himself an inspiring runner but do to his crazy Doc schedule only could mange a few miles each week. So after a brief chat he slipped me the sedative through my veins.
Around 8:30 am I was wheeled into the surgical room, never ever have been cut open before, the surgery room seemed a lot bigger than those medical shows I watch. Go figure that. I just remember the nurse counting the knives (sorry surgical equipment) , then I think I said hello to the surgeon and dozed off to IM fairyland (Bubba winning KONA).
So what seemed like a brief moment I awoke like I just drank to many tequila shots and awaking from a drunken stupor. It took me a couple of minutes to clear my head, but I awoke at the tail end of my surgery. All I could feel was the doctor's poking me. So I had to wait there while they finish sewing me up. Ohh what fun, it felt like forever.
So the surgical doc explained I had a bigger tear, so recovery time might be a bit more painful. Something it being a Direct Hernia instead of a indirect hernia. So plan B was the Lichtenstein repair procedure instead of the "Cork in the bottle" repair.
The hospital was great. The doctor actually wanted to admit me overnight. But no internet, video games, or even cable TV, I would be one unhappy camper. So I convinced him to let me discharge later that night. A nurse stopped by before I left, because she heard I did the marathon and so did she. She actually did great and yes she was faster than me. Ohh hit a person when he is down, but all good I say.
Well a couple of heavy pain pills later, I'm still recovering at home for at least one more day. The downtime is really killing me. My O.C.D of "Perpetual Motion" is driving me insane. So for now I'm my worst enemy, especially concerning my credit card. Surfing the internet for TRI stuff.
I actually ordered a Computrainer (good deal I could not resist). But I can't use it for another 2 weeks after it arrives. So my wife has taunted me with using it while I'm laid up to test it out.
So for now, hopefully catch up on all the running and tri magazines I have stacked up unread and try to keep sane without buying more Triathlon gear.