I've been planning on writing a post on my shoulder operation but I just haven't been up for it.
Before Suzanne brought me to the hospital, Murali (one of the developers on our team) detected serious performance degradation on popfly.com. This caused me to file a high priority ticket to the operations team, just before I left. One of the implications of filing a high priority ticket is that the coming 24 hours, you need to be available to work with operations team on getting the problem resolved. Since I was undergoing surgery in about 2 hours that was going to be a bit of a problem, but I asked Murali and John to act on my behalf, and they handled it perfectly.
I made it clear to everybody in the hospital that I get nauseous when I have anesthesia, so eventually I got 2 anti-nausea injections. My surgeon is, just like me, a man of few words when it comes to getting his job done.
Doctor Castle: "Do you have any questions?"
Me: "Am I going to be ok?"
Doctor Castle: "Yes"
Me: "That's all I need to know, we'll talk later..."
Doctor Castle: "Sounds good"
He was running a bit ahead on his schedule, and before I knew it I was laying on the operation table.
When I woke up again, I was feeling pretty nauseous, ant-nausea medication suck everywhere around the world.
After about 10 minutes in the recovery room, Anna arrived to pick me up. Well,... I wasn't really in a state to be picked up to be honest. Nauseous and still pretty much under the influence of the anesthesia but I was in a lot of pain. Before I could get additional pain relief I had to get some food in my stomach and I got some pudding. I made Anna to make the airplane noise before I opened my mouth to get some pudding in… She was shocked that I asked her to do that but I guess I was looking sick enough at that time since she made the airplane noise. She did tell me that there would be a time in which she would ask for a big favor, and she would remind me of this moment. After another half hour I stared to become more human again, and the nurse told me that I should try to get my clothes on.
Problem: “Your right arm is just operated and you are in a lot of pain”.
Solution: “Have Anna put on my pants, socks, etc”. That’s where the second big favor comes into play. But I was happy. Imagine John having to put on my pants… that would have sucked!
I forgot to mention that I got my surgery on the hottest day of the year and I was just burning up while I was resting on my couch. Thomas came by to say hi and I fully thought I was engaged in a conversation with him and was answering his questions without him even needing to speak. At one point I realized that I was going nuts, which was a strange sensation.
At the end of the day I own a couple of people a very big thank you:
Suzanne: Thanks for driving me to the hospital
Anna: Thanks for making the airplane noise, putting my clothes on, picking me up, getting my pain killers and taking care of me the first hours out of the hospital
John: Thanks for taking care of me when Anna left, and getting the cookies I wanted
Thomas: Thanks for popping by, checking up on me, and having a non-existing conversation with me.
07/17/2007 18:13:53 UTC