I Kneed to Blog (and other bad puns)

Mmmm. Tastes like I'm back to work!
My thesis for blogs is simple: Very few people are *that* interested in your life. So I'll keep this short and sweet. I had surgery last week on my right leg, very close to my knee. The surgery was to remove a 2-inch piece of bone that was growing off my femur. It was interfering with muscle movements. The pain was excruciating.

WARNING: There is a slightly gross photo of the scar at the very bottom of this post. You'll have plenty of warning to look away.

My thoughts on the last week:

God Bless George Bush*
Maybe it's Barbara Bush who is our benefactor, not her husband (who is rumored to be in very bad shape). It's certainly not Junior, but this isn't the place for that. Maine Medical Center rocks. I was impressed by multiple things. The waiting area, which had a few televisions, showing TW where I was in the process (pre-op, surgery or post-op); beepers to notify TW when she could come into my post-op room; excellent staff at every point. The Bush family has donated millions of dollars to children's wings of various Maine Medical Center hospitals, freeing the hospital, presumably, to spend more money on their outpatient surgery center. It was quite nice.
*George H. W. Bush

Modern Medicine Sucks
I was prescribed 80 hydrocodone, a generic version of lortab. It's addictive and for moderate to severe pain. You can't mix it with alcohol, which many people do, for fun. I don't understand the appeal. I've experienced and enjoyed the effects of street legal and not-so-legal drugs. All of them, including plain-old beer, are more fun that hydrocodone. I don't understand the appeal. I've used 8 of my pills. Four of those were to help me take naps. Not because of pain, but because the pills make me sleepy. They're getting returned to Walgreens schortly.

I Hate My Scars
I'm destroying my body. I've almost cut a finger off. I have scars all over my hands, fingers, arms, crotch (sorry, no details here) and now my knee. It's not awesome. Also not awesome: Having it hurt to bend my knee at a 90 degree angle. Sitting at my desk at work is about all I've got. They didn't cut through muscle to cut off the extra bone, however, there's inflammation and scar tissue hanging around down there. I'll enjoy the project of rehabbing the knee. I will always have a 3-inch scar, just above the knee on my inner thigh.

Want to see?


Last chance.

Just above the tape, you can see the vague black ink that says "yes."
That was so they wouldn't cut the wrong leg.

Comments

  1. David CorriveauJune 29, 2011 at 5:53 AM

    Yum (to the soup, not the scar),

    Good for you for the minimalist approach to painkillers. Hope that the healing goes smoothly (I won't say swiftly; after 30, it always takes longer).

    Poppy Bush was in a wheelchair when he collected his honorary degree at Dartmouth a few weeks ago, but overall didn't look too bad or befuddled. Glad that he and Baar are at least diverting a good portion of their tax cuts from Junior to good use ...

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  2. BobJune 29, 2011 at 6:54 AM

    Not that bad at all. Really glad you did not share the crotch scar, though. Pity can only take one so far, after all.
    :)
    Speedy recovery, Jim-Bob.

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  3. JillJune 30, 2011 at 1:40 PM

    The point here goes to the Kamasouptra and for hating pain meds. 53-5-6.

    On a side note, I love my scars from my ankle surgeries. I don't know why. To quote Papa Roach (I don't know why): "And our scars remind us that the past is real."

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