We had the alarm set for 5:00 AM, but woke up at 4:00 AM and couldn't go back to sleep. Gee, I wonder why? Well, that's the price one pays to live in the Boondocks, where you have to leave by 6:00 in order to get to the hospital by 7:00 in order to have surgery at 8:45. As it turned out, being first in line had it's perks, as the rest of the day's surgeries were canceled due to the Infection Inspector discovering ants crawling around on recently sterilized surgical silverware—and this on the third floor! Must have been those darn nurses, using scalpels to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the break room again.
Fortunately, my "silverware" had been wrapped in plastic the night before and we got the go-ahead. Dodged a bullet there, thank God.
All went well, and we were back home by 1:00 pm, after a stop at Wendy's for an extra large Frosty. I shuffled off 50 laps around the living room before easing into my Lazy Boy. Walking wasn't too bad, but sitting down and standing up is a tad uncomfortable. I don't even want to think about sneezing or going number two Sorry, I guess I should spare you some of the details, things like my "fun zone" turning black and blue. Yep, I've got a bad case of the Blue Scrotum Blues; try and get that image out of your head. Ha! (Must be the anesthesia talking). Speaking of feeling groovy, my apologies for no pics. Bobbie found me in the bathroom with my camera and, uh, well, kinda drew the line. After seeing a bunch of scabs from my mountain bike ride, Doc says it will be at least 6 weeks before I can "get back to my normal." And that really sucks, but for now, I'm just glad it's behind me. Well what do you know, a "glass half full" from the old cynic :))
Cheers, and a big thanks to the "faithful."
Now a few photos from a pre-surgery hike up towards Chief Ouray Mine.