New Year and New Surgery
I started the new year off in typical Greg style… with a surgery! I feared I was beginning to lose touch with my own sense of personal identity without a monthly operation in December. I mean, things just wouldn’t be the same without getting stabbed with needles, pumped full of chemicals, prodded by nurses, and chopped with knives like a piece of sushi. So, after some deep thought, and a fabulous display of acting, I convinced the surgeons to open me up once again. And so, as the Propofol entered my veins, spreading an intense burning through my hand, I began to fade into unconsciousness. I smiled to myself, and thought, ‘ah, it’s good to be me again.’
Just Kidding. To be honest, surgery was the LAST thing I wanted to do at the start of 2014. But, this operation was one that we had intentionally put off. Originally scheduled for December, I decided to push the procedure back to January, so that it wouldn’t interfere with my classes. The procedure was pretty simple as far as surgeries go. Orthopedics and Plastic Surgery were working to revise some scarring on my leg and chest. Some of the older scars had become tighter than the surrounding skin, which caused irritation. Most notably, the scar along my left thigh would blister after prolonged use of my prosthesis. So, last Friday, I went through the needle poking, chemical pumping, nurse prodding, and knife chopping once again. The surgeons were pleased with the results, and as far as my history goes, it went pretty smoothly.
Planning to go home Friday evening, I was dismayed to learn that I’d have to spend a night in the hospital for monitoring. Come Saturday morning, eager to be freed of my hospital prison, I became, well, less than pleased to hear that I’d have to stay until Monday. There wasn’t any reason to keep me, except that apparently they have a policy against releasing wounded warriors on weekends. Some policy kept me locked in a hospital room all weekend? Well, frustrations grew, I called a few doctors stupid, told a few nurses to take their own blood pressure, and pulled out my IV line. My cathartic release worked, as I somehow survived just fine until Monday.
My wonderful mom is here for the next week to help take care of me while I recover. She has been here for me so many times over the past few years that she deserves a lot of credit for much of my success. Thanks Mom for putting up with me, and being here when I need you. Sorry to all you other mothers out there, but mine truly is the best.
Other than surgery, my next semester begins in a week or so. Calculus, Biology, and Abnormal Psychology are all on tap for the spring. It will probably be about a month before my surgical site is ready for me to wear prostheses again. Hopefully this will be one of the last surgeries I will need done for a long time.
Finally, I want to say that I have decided to end accepting donations. The support has been fantastic, and truly humbling to see the care that many of you, even complete strangers, have for me. I figured a new year is a great opportunity to shift any future donations away from me, and to others who need it more. Any donations received after February 15th will be redirected to one of the charities that has been helpful to me since my injuries in 2011. Again, thank you to everyone who keeps up with me, and continues to support me on this journey