When I got home, after a brief 23 hour visit to the hospital for the procedure, I had Vicodin and muscle relaxers waiting for me. Even with the medicine I was in pretty bad pain. I couldn't lay down, because I couldn't get back up on my own. I didn't realize this, unfortunately, until the middle of the night when I had to visit the little boy's room. I made it, but just barely, and it really hurt. Let me clarify - getting to the bathroom hurt, not the act of pottying.
For the next few days, I lived in a recliner.
On the second day after surgery, I ate a little breakfast, popped my pills, and settled back in my throne to watch Sportscenter. For those of you that aren't familiar with ESPN's lineup back then, they basically replayed Sportscenter every hour from 6 AM to noon, and then would loop a new one from 4 PM to 6 PM.
On this particular day I started watching Sportscenter at 7 AM. I planned to watch just one episode and then put in a movie. All I remember from that day is watching the first half of the 7 AM show and the second half of the 5 PM show. The rest of the day was gobbled up by the pills. At some point I did take my next dose of medicine, but I can't say that I recall doing it.
That concerned me a little - especially when I saw that I had made a few phone calls, returned some emails to clients, cooked myself a pizza, ate the pizza, and left the oven on. I also, apparently, had a beer or three with lunch.
That night I was watching a basketball game with my wife. Florida State was playing somebody. In the middle of the first half my wife asked me a question. In the middle of the second half I realized someone was lecturing me on the culture of numerous American Indian tribes.
As I sat there watching the game, listening to this idiot ramble on with no apparent end in sight or real point to be made, I realized I knew some of what he was saying to be true, but most of it sounded as though he was making it up on the spot.
I checked the TV to make sure I wasn't hearing one program and watching another. As I turned the channel to something else, the guy kept talking. I turned off the TV, and all the stereo components and still this guy spoke.
I went to the bathroom and this guy went with me. He was talking right behind me the whole time. How was this happening? The bathroom was a half bath, with no room for two people, yet even with the door shut I could hear him plain as day.
I didn't see anyone.
It was truly bizarre.
As I returned to the living room he came with me. I started to argue a point with him and then it hit me. I asked my wife one question:
"How long have I been talking about Indians?"
"Since I asked you if you cared who won this game - about 45 minutes ago" she replied.Even thought the pain was great, I decided to quit taking the Vicodin/muscle relaxer combination.
|It was kinda like what John went through.|