My Surgical Chronicles: Michael Jackson, Jason Statham, and The Fonz
Tada! I survived my surgery and have lived to blog another day! As far as hospital experiences go, mine was really positive.
My personal highlights:
- The nurse who checked me in assured me that I wasn’t going to die by telling me that I’m not Michael Jackson. I had been wondering for a long time if I was, so that was kind of a letdown.
- My anesthesiologist was a cross-eyed version of Jason Statham.
- The last thing I remember saying to my surgeon before succumbing to the anesthesia was, “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Floridian.” No idea why I said that or what it means.
- While I was in recovery and totally loopy, I seem to recall giving the thumbs up to everyone who walked by my bed like I was The Fonz. I vaguely remember hearing one doctor say “I love when we get patients like that.” I’m sure he meant “mental patients.”
- When it came time to take a walk to the loo (a requirement before they discharge you), I argued with the nurse about being forced to wear hospital issue underwear. I lost. I find it remarkable that I still managed to locate my vanity after 8 hours of wearing a hospital gown.
Thanks to everyone for your messages of care and concern – they helped so much!