I knew the anesthetic was messing with me. Mom says my timelines aren’t even close and now that I think about it, I don’t remember getting dressed.
I took one Percocet before bed, since I expected the local to give out at any moment. Normally, that would have knocked me right out. In this case, between the general anesthetic in the morning and sleeping most of the day, I was awake most of the night. Not in a bad way, just not sleepy. I was even still perky at 0500, and I am *never* perky at that time of the morning.
Thursday morning a nurse called at around 9:00 AM to ask how I was doing. I told her I felt pretty good. Somewhat to my surprise, the surgeon called at 11:00 to see if I had any questions. I can’t say enough about the doctor (Bruce Zimmer), staff, and facility. I don’t want to have anything else worked on, but if I have to have it done I know where and by whom. I had a pretty mellow day of reading, sleeping, and watching TV with an ice pack. I slept fine last night.
This morning I unwrapped and took my first shower in 48 hours. I have three tiny holes stitched up. I doubt I’ll be able to find them by the end of summer. After the shower I put Band-Aids on them and rewrapped. The wrap and the 600 mg of Ibuprofen are to keep the swelling down, and they seem to be working. It’s stiff, but otherwise pretty good. I have taken a total of two Percocets since the procedure, and doubt I will take more. This whole thing is such a non-event at this point that I doubt I’ll have more to write about. I’ll be at work on Monday and have my follow up appointment on Tuesday. I may write something else then. If not, it will be because there’s nothing interesting to say.